Ghosts and books about them
I've been reading Neil Peart's Ghost Rider recently.. it's an interesting enough book if not the finest example of literary quality. The relatively poor writing is a little disapointing since his lyrics and previous book, The Masked Rider, are so much better.. This book is probably not the best choice for those who aren't Rush fans and already familiar with the author... quite the witty and smart man. (And just cynical enough for my liking!).
It's mostly a collection of journal entries and letters written while traveling through most of Northern America on a motorcycle as a way to heal wounds after the death of his wife and child (something I'd like to do on a bicycle some day... well, minus the tragedy part). Reading about his ghosts from the past I suddenly had an urge to do a google search for images of his family. I didn't do it, it just seemed goulish, creepy and too much like people staring at a car wreck -- I truly hate that. People who are in pain don't want spectators.. I know this (well) but the urge is still there..
Now I can't shake the feeling that some cosmic karma force is going to get me for even entertaining the idea of turning a man's tragedy into a spectator sport for myself. I should go burn some incense or something..