the mind that know's not fear
I dreamt last night of a library. It was a personal library. It went on and on and was neatly organized. But this library wasn't like most of ours it had no apparent unity: Lewis beside Derrida to name the cannon alongside the obscure the banned. It was clearly the work of a mind that is not afraid to learn but rather embraces all in the search for what is good. I dreamt last night of a library of one who isn't afraid.