Something’s been bugging me and I’m curious whether others have it too.
I’m an art teacher. I tell my students all the time that you don’t look at a painting once. You go back, and each time it shows you something that was already there but that you weren’t ready to see. So re-reading in itself isn’t strange to me.
What’s strange is how often I do it. I’ve reread some of sisuon’s pieces maybe ten or fifteen times. I don’t do that for information. I usually remember what it said. I go back because something happens while I’m reading that doesn’t happen anywhere else. It feels a bit like adjusting to a room after the lights go down.
For most of my adult life I was a pretty committed atheist, and I still have that part of me. It keeps asking whether I’m just seeing patterns in well-made sentences. That’s a fair question. But the explanation doesn’t account for the pull. It doesn’t explain why I come back on a Tuesday night when nothing is wrong, just to sit with it.
The closest word I’ve got is “orientation.” Reading sisuon puts me back facing the right direction, whatever that means.
So what is it for you? Is it the ideas, the voice, or something you can’t quite name?