Wonderment is reward for the wandering into these hallowed chambers that is a tremendous testament to men’s battle against ignorance by delving deep into the world’s murky enigmatic working processes, and rising out of the toil to have acquired a light that blinds at first, making hard to see, but with acclimatized eyes to the garish illumination, suddenly, epiphany is achieved and everything makes sense. In their persevered forms, the efforts effected by men to surmount darkness obliviousness are kept close to mint inside the spaces of this monastery of modest alabaster white. Each of these books that sit on shelves in these libraries can seem unremarkable as homogenously shaped containers, but from walking in these chambers, past each spine that faces unabashed for the controversies it holds together, it musn’t be forgotten that every fibre and every speck deliberate is of men’s intent turned into motivation for the creation of a product is completely, utterly of man’s ingenuity expressed through an intelligence that on this planet of blue and green, is distinctly ours. Even under fresco ceiling where saints and other images meant to elicit a awestruck reaction from even the most stoic of us, the magnificence of man’s intelligent pursuit for the amelioration of their present circumstances and for our future that has taken form as this incredible expansive collection of books, is not in the least affected, because in and of itself, the collection of books is the beginning and end of sublimity appreciated that needs no garnish of paint or intricate cornices installed.