Books do not die
when they're destroyed,
for their ideas endure
in dispersed imaginings.
From the sacred to the profane,
from the profound to the mundane,
authors instill their books with faith,
publishers invest them with hope,
critics bestow them with spirit,
but only readers can
imbue them with vitality.
Books die
when their fructifying concepts
no longer stimulate an audience,
no longer animate universal beliefs,
no longer evoke private musings.
A book is timeless
when its static presentations
represent dynamic visions
and enduring insights.