Madness, or brilliance.

Those who know me well, are aware of how much I love spiritual/self help/psychological books. 

And the more I read it, the more I want to read it.. and the more I realize that
one well lived lifetime is still not enough to embrace 
all the books that deserve to be read.

I'm also starting to wonder if it's good or bad for me 
to have my kindle and my candles as my best friends.