dream
dream
I'm starting to feel faint, and every time I pick up a book, it's proven. This is heaven's library.
There was to be an answer to all my questions, the thirst for knowledge that has burned my neck. There was food for the minds of all who were hungry. Even if I glanced at any book, it had a title that gave me hope.
There was a way to deal with any predicament.
The fruit that students foreshadowed and coveted.
The fruit that women boldly tried to catch...
All kinds of fruit could be picked from there.
The deepest and purest meaning of all wisdom, poetry and learning,
The mystical power of every question, the key and the words that unlock it, the subtle essence of the mind...
It was filled with unparalleled mysterious masterpieces.
The key to unlocking all kinds of questions and mysteries were contained there and was given to those who received the grace of the mystical time.
In harmony with all the legacy of world experience from thousands of years, new and higher questions constantly arise.
So as I read, for minutes or hours, I once again walked the path of all mankind and embraced the deep meaning of the oldest and newest knowledge.
I have read and seen how the hieroglyphic shapes intertwined and unravelled, formed a cycle, then fell apart and flowed, gathered to form a new union.
It was a kaleidoscope of symbolic figures experiencing infinitely new meanings.
When I saw it, my eyes were dazzled, and I lifted my head from the book for a moment,
I knew I wasn't the only guest here
The old man took out a book with the old man's slender hand and read the title, and with his pale mouth, he breathed on it.
He rubbed it lightly with his finger, smiled, wrote a new, different, totally different title, and walked and pulled out another book from here and there, erased the title, and wrote another title.
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