William Pike buys a new bible and after test driving the same version online, returns to the bound version:

Before me, in my hands, is a culmination of century upon century of Jewish and Christian history, thought, and sacrifice.  The crinkly pages and linen cover are physical reminders that I am holding something sacred and worthy of my attention and care.  Perusing the pages I join an uninterrupted line of scholars of all stripes who turned leaf after leaf in a lifelong search for truth and inspiration.  The book becomes a companion, not merely a tool or momentary attraction, but a very part of me.

And in truth, isn’t that what we hope for from our books, sacred or otherwise? 

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