I read one of my past journal entries and found a similar thought:

“Books chose their moment of disclosure, and pace of unravelling; even then, it is never a full disclosure, all at once, instantly. We ourselves need to open ourselves to them”.

I’m sure the “mortality / reading” nexus has been explored by the tradition. I wonder if its solution stands as guardian at the door of Comprehension and Wisdom, a pre-condition for the possibility of?

I don’t know if it’s quite the same idea, but somewhere Emerson says something to the effect that “you” will read every book you are meant to read. Depending on how I’m doing with regard to the fact of my mortality in comparison to my love of reading, I find that either comforting or depressing.