31. The Golden Library
I stood in a room of red and gold.
The floor, the walls, the shelves
of books all shone and spoke in tones
of wealth and good fortune. Sun
light poured through great high panes
on me and the books, and I was happy.
Why, I thought, must we die? Why can
we not stay and stay, I here, others
where they find hope and beauty, tools
and toys for our eternal play and co-
creating? No answer came, no deus ex
intercom spoke. But when I woke up,
the room was still there, here, was still
its own rich and resplendant reply, awaiting my or your application
for a library card with no time limit.
