Dear Readers,
Sometimes I go into the library at NAU and marvel at how massive it is, at how many people there are, silently talking, talking, talking, through the pages of all those books on all those shelves.
I feel a reverence for those books, at times, knowing that I can never possibly read them all. I fall silent in front of the sublime bookshelves bookshelves bookshelves before me. I go towards the bookshelves and touch the wrinkled bindings of old books I’ve never seen before, taking in the smell, wishing that the soft touch of my finger would bring to my mind the book’s secrets.
At other times I want to escape from the world of books. Escape, yes, but I want to do more than escape. There are times when I want to demolish the shelves and burn the books and make everything clean again – to the violently overthrow the librarians - to make everything clean again. I want to go to the wilderness alone, where I will see the hand of the Creator.
Sincerely,
Telemoonfa
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