Arthur Schopenhauer
A philosopher resigned
Did point out a truth
With his pessimistic mind

He described the act of reading
Amidst his perpetual pain
As the practice of true thinking
With another person's brain

I find he is correct
In this mystic point of view
For when I read a book
I become the author too

Exoplanets spin
Maybe cosmic Seas
Wisely venture forth, dear reader
You are my identity.