The Library of Babel

“The Library exists ab aeterno.”

Every possible book already exists in these halls. Finding the one that tells your true story is statistically impossible.

“The certitude that some shelf in some hexagon held precious books.”

Most of the shelves are just gibberish. You could spend a lifetime searching and only find a single coherent sentence.

“For every rational line or forthright message there are leagues of senseless cacophonies.”

Infinite knowledge feels a lot like total silence. When everything is written down, nothing actually means anything anymore.

“The universe is the Library.”

The librarians are losing their minds looking for a catalog. They want a map for a place that has no center.