THE Book That Reads

The young one came to the master and asked if he could tell him why he liked to listen to his stories.
For the boy did not understand any of them and was still interested.
“Master, why do I like your stories of the mind so much? I do not understand!”
“Oh” said the master “do you which to hear another one?”
“No” said the boy “I want to know why I like them so much!”
The master sat down and handed him a book. “Do not open this book yet before I tell you what it means.”
“This book will tell you the most amazing stories that are in excistence.
Even better than the ones I told you. But I did or do not write this book.
Be carefull not to get lost in there because the book has only a limited amount of pages”
The boy became eager to read. He could not control himself and opened the book.
To his suprise the book had only blank pages. “This book has nothing writen in it!!” he thought.
As soon as he thought those words they apeared on the paper.
“The book writes itslef!!!” and they appeared also on the paper.
He slamed the book shut in a fright and asked the master about it.
The master had his lips tight and singaled that he should continue reading the book.
“What did the master give me? Such a weird book this is?”
The boy realized it wrote down his thoughts. “The book is reading me!!!”
“How bizar?” How does it work?” Hmmmm”
“Stange every word I speak gets writen down again and again”
“Am I reading the book, or is it reading me?”
The boy became a bit impatient and asked the book “Book who are you?” “hhhhhhmmmm”
“He doesn’t answer” Which was all being writen down the book.
“Are these my thoughts, how bizar, why can I read you?’
“Ah, because it is a book that reads my thoughts!!!”
“What use do I have for such a book? Yet it is very mistirious and exciting to read myself”
“Wait, what if I read further till the end of this page and flip it over will the words be still there?”
“Oh I am reading to fast there will be no place soon”
“I have to stop but I can’t stop my thoughts”
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