Deep in the confounds of my mind I imagine an ancient library.
A library filled with different colored books and an entire collection of pictures.
The shelves reach to the fifty foot high ceiling that is fine crafted with the most beautiful of stain glass windows.
The light from the sun pours through the colors on the ceiling casting shades and auras all over the room.
This gave the whole library a sense of magic and mystery.
Moving further to the back I see dust covered shelves with old school books and subjects that I have no interest for.
But, as I peer into the darkness in the distance of the library I can see a door. Above the door is a single flickering light bulb. The look of it made my skin crawl and the eerieness made me hesitate to move closer, but at an instant I was at the door with my hand tightly gripped around the knob. I wanted to stop and turn back, but I knew I could not. Just inside this door was not only my deepest fears, but my deepest and darkest sins.
I slowly pushed the door open and listened as it creaked to a weak hault. In the room was a desk with one chair and a simple lamp illuminating a small area. On the desk was a largely bound book that looked to be ages old. The cover was tattered and worn and the binding was made from straw and old string.
I understood what it was instantly as I opened the first page. It was not a record of my fears and sins, but a journal. It was as if I had written it all down and now I was reading my very thoughts and actions of which I am ashamed of.
I could barely handle it, the shame crawling up my spine and into my brain. I slammed the book shut as well as the door behind me as I left the room. I look up at the wonderous library before me and when I looked further in that direction I could see two double doors. The light poured through clear crystal glass windows. I started to jog, then run, and then I was sprinting towards the doors. Tears were flowing down my face as I reached out to this pure light. I slammed my body hard against the doors and they burst open. I felt to the ground, but as I picked my self back up I gazed in astonishment.
My evergreen forest, my sunset beach, my moon and starlit hill top...All three were there. And now...I had my dazzling library to add to it.
It started with a sunset and turned into a beach and as I ventured my imagination grew and so did the vision deep within. My true home is growing and every couple months or years it seems to create more for me to enjoy.
This is truly an amazing discovery.
Welcome...To The Ancient Library Of Harmony.
