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I didn’t know it was there.
I wasn’t expecting it at all.
But I walked around the corner
And there it was.
Synchronicity led me to its feet.
The very first book.
The spark that launched a thousand
Thousand words.
The very beginnings of
Our lineage as a people
who read
who write
who discover
who wonder
who share
with everyone.
I owe my life to this book.
Even though I’ve never seen it until this moment,
Even though there are only three
in the whole wide world,
This book made me, me.
Not the words printed on its pages–
I am not a Christian.
These are not the words I use to worship the world.
But rather
The paper, the ink, the binding,
The very book itself
Is holy.
Because of it
The vast knowledge of humanity became.
And all who want it are free to partake.
Ironic for a book
Condemning Man
For having tasted that very fruit.