100 Words: An Identity

My life is a library and everything in it a story hoping to be shared. Some are recited frequently and cannot yet imagine dust. Others are parts of a series that, like the almanac, create a beautiful display. And then there are the tomes lurking in a corner long forgotten; words buried beneath the dust of many years. They are as old as I am. But my library took the care to save them and one day I’ll discover why. For now I will wander down the aisles and breathe in pages heavy with ink. Worlds dance beneath my fingertips.

There is something simultaneously thrilling and sacred that accompanies walking into a library. There is a measure of reverence called for as you wander the aisles of people's souls. Because, really, books capture a person in a way nothing else can. It is through books that people discover themselves and then they put that self in binding and place it on the shelf for the world to read. They take a risk, and (pretty often) it pays off. That, I believe, requires, if not reverence, then at least appreciation. Books are the lives of people we can only come to know by the reading of them. Exhilarating thought, isn't it? I think so. SO. If you need me, I'll be in the library.