Shall I make the leap from hard copy books to ebooks, creating a cyberspace library of empty shelves in my home's physical library? Can I replace the hard copy literary masterpieces of F. Scott Fitzgerald's THE GREAT GATSBY, Mary Shelley's FRANKENSTEIN or any other beautifully made hard copy books via a handheld media devise that can suddenly crash without notice, or be dropped and all its memory broken or lost?
What am I to do in a cyber world so displaced and/or disconnected where I can't hold and embrace, or feel the warmth of the physical words circulating through my heart and soul?
What is a reader to do? Absorbing the fabulous words of a novelist sculptured from the heart, so poised and cutthroat and cultured and exposed through an experienced, cunning and sophisticated mind, taking those words to heart upon reading them by cuddling up to the cold environment of a piece of plastic, an LCD screen that fades with light?
What is a writer to do? No longer able to be paper published, suffering the exploits of technology that places words through wires and optic fibers and radio waves and satellite white noise that spans the globe?
The reader continues to read! The writer continues to write! NO MATTER WHAT!
The world is surprisingly adaptable. LIFE ON EARTH ROCKS!