Suppose you were to approach a book the way you do wine. To begin with, you’d be careful in your selection. After all, the thing’s going in your mouth and down your gullet. Once you’ve selected something palatable, you’d let it breathe, take it in, sit with it for a while, give it time. And then you’d start speaking about it: about how it makes you feel, about what stands out, about what’s important, above all about how it’s changing you. Then, as if by accident, words may lead to stillness, and stillness would be all.