Have any of you seen Kino's Journey? In one episode, Kino travels to the Land of Books, where it is illegal to write anything (ha ha, how ironic), and she hears of a clandestine novel that "had all the knowledge of the universe." So naturally she decides she wants to read it, but once she gets her hands on it... she discovers it's not actually a book, but a mirror.
So that got me thinking about people writing down "everything." And that resulted in the little musing below:
The Book that Holds Everything in the World
They wrote it, then kept it in their musty halls of black stone,
Leaving it, alone,
Not to be touched, never to be suffered enough to be read,
But sealed and remembered instead.
They perished, somehow, to the ages,
Dying without retrieving the now-yellowing pages,
And it lay there a myth, forgotten,
Where once it had been thought of often.
The entrance was buried, the guardians gone,
Silence blanketing the halls with unbearable song.
Darkness pervaded, stronger than night,
Until you came, rolled back the stone, and beckoned in the light.
You tread with the quiet care of a thief,
Though it was not plunder you had come to seek.
Silently, joining the ancient melody,
You passed the locked doors without needing any keys.
You came to it, lying so still and dusty,
The air hanging about so dimly musty.
You grinned, because you have been so bold
As to find the Book that holds in its pages the World.
Eagerly, you draw near, ready to the book’s shackles unbind,
Excited to unravel the secrets of mankind,
You opened it as your hands started to shake-
Only to see every page was blank.
Did you see the ending coming? Have any of you seen Kino's Journey? In one episode, Kino travels to the Land of Books, where it is illegal to write anything (ha ha, how ironic), and she hears of a clandestine novel that "had all the knowledge of the universe." So naturally she decides she wants to read it, but once she gets her hands on it... she discovers it's not actually a book, but a mirror.
So that got me thinking about people writing down "everything." And that resulted in the little musing below:
The Book that Holds Everything in the World
They wrote it, then kept it in their musty halls of black stone,
Leaving it, alone,
Not to be touched, never to be suffered enough to be read,
But sealed and remembered instead.
They perished, somehow, to the ages,
Dying without retrieving the now-yellowing pages,
And it lay there a myth, forgotten,
Where once it had been thought of often.
The entrance was buried, the guardians gone,
Silence blanketing the halls with unbearable song.
Darkness pervaded, stronger than night,
Until you came, rolled back the stone, and beckoned in the light.
You tread with the quiet care of a thief,
Though it was not plunder you had come to seek.
Silently, joining the ancient melody,
You passed the locked doors without needing any keys.
You came to it, lying so still and dusty,
The air hanging about so dimly musty.
You grinned, because you have been so bold
As to find the Book that holds in its pages the World.
Eagerly, you draw near, ready to the book’s shackles unbind,
Excited to unravel the secrets of mankind,
You opened it as your hands started to shake-
Only to see every page was blank.
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