Imagine yourself as one who writes in a journal or diary. Every single painful memory, deep fear, and hope written on its pages. Your past recorded within. Dreams and nightmares scrawled across its surfaces. If someone was to read it, they would know you better than yourself.
Now imagine yourself meeting someone who hands you a plain book.
In this book, you find every word and sentence
duplicated. Every thought. Every worry and joy from your own book is also found in this book. As you read this book, you realized the book holds things you have no written yet.
Would you or would you not read it?