By mere means.

I don’t know why this comes is a new revelation to me- but reading books is reliving somebody else’s life!!

You’re not just a reader. In your mind, you’re also the actor of the words you read.
Also as a reader, you get invited (or you invade) into another person’s life and live it through their eyes, their wisdom and their truth, and come to think of it- that feels like cheating. What another person may have spent possibly their entire lifetime doing or working on, I get to read in a couple of days and take away lessons from their highs and lows.

Just letters put together intentionally can string up an entire existence and by such mere means, I enrich my world!

Again this is pretty obvious. Don’t know why I’m wide-eyed and mind-blown by it this morning.