My eyesight took a dip recently and my overdue eye examination is now scheduled. Makes me consider the possibility of blindness or at least reduced vision, reduced to the point where I would be unable to read. Reading books has been a life time pleasure. To lose it would be a terrible change. A quiet world. A narrowed world. A long time ago a woman I knew asked me if I really needed to read another book. I looked at her and realized how little she knew me and how much of a stranger she was to me. The answer then and now is yes, I need to read another book. The answer will always be that I need to read another book. It is not a retreat from experiencing real life, but another course in the meal. An extended reach. An essential pleasure. Now and then I wonder if she ever figured out what she might be missing.