millions of words...

in fallstown, the storage unit i rent holds all my belongings...it is a 8X10 unit and at least half of it is boxes upon boxes of books...for some reason, i have a strong affection toward these pages of words bound by a cover that entreat me to worlds in which i could not go otherwise...even now, my room is filled with volumes of books i have been "invited" to read by my professors...

lately, i have been wandering into the library here at the seminary...up until yesterday, i had a faint feeling that i actually knew a few things about life, love, people...then, i walked into a room where from floor to ceiling were books, books, and more books...whatever notion i had of "knowing" a few things soon crumbled...i realized i know little next to nothing- about anything...so, i guess my proposal would be: when you find yourself feeling good about all you know...visit section B-BR...it's humbling- yet inspiring...