Jackson
A tale of circumstance and how it relates to one’s own plans, God’s own purpose, and love’s very own requite.
A tale of circumstance and how it relates to one’s own plans, God’s own purpose, and love’s very own requite.
This book is the bomb. And not just any bomb, Huxley wants to blow your mind. I just kept turning the pages, becuase I craved the introspective thoughts and reflections on human dignity that this book tries to spring on the reader. You find yourself cheering for people who are looking for more, only to be disapointed by their fatal flaws. The book's setting that is so inherently inhumane that it paints a beauty on the tiniest slivers of humanity.
Seriously, how was this book written in the 1930's and still relevant... human nature, I guess. The ways we fall are different but the reasons stay the same.
This book is the bomb. And not just any bomb, Huxley wants to blow your mind. I just kept turning the pages, becuase I craved the introspective thoughts and reflections on human dignity that this book tries to spring on the reader. You find yourself cheering for people who are looking for more, only to be disapointed by their fatal flaws. The book's setting that is so inherently inhumane that it paints a beauty on the tiniest slivers of humanity.
Seriously, how was this book written in the 1930's and still relevant... human nature, I guess. The ways we fall are different but the reasons stay the same.
Opened my eyes to some of the simplicities of prayer while also giving nuance and depth
Opened my eyes to some of the simplicities of prayer while also giving nuance and depth
