We all make them. We can’t not make them. They’re how we make sense of the complexity of the world; how we understand what’s going on around us.
So when I saw this dude the other day, I immediately knew that he was going to kill me.
His attitude, his clothing, his swagger… They all told me I had just moments to live, that I should make my peace.
Then I looked down and saw he had a book in his hand. Phew!
People who carry books don’t kill people.
One for the ages, folks.
To make the generalization a little more specific, it might be a good idea to catch a glimpse of the book title and to engage in a little discussion about the book. A reader of “Mein Kampf” might prima facie be worth of a lttle suspicion until you find out why it’s being read.