You can turn from its presence, discuss and return. It remains while you wonder, take counsel and learn. You interrogate, pause, walk around and reflect. If there s haste, it s a ravishment borne by yourself, not imposed by the medium s structure itself. Your perusal defaults to serenity.
Peace is concomitant.
You depart from the gallery charged but unstressed. It s the same with a book. You determine the pace, interrupt, make reflections, then take up your place. Your absorption is active, perhaps nowhere more than in reading the words to their sensible core, to interpret, explore each connexion or link that extends its potential in meaningful ink. It s the same kind of energy used in the mind when the sense of a musical tune is divined.