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...the face suddenly drifted away into the distance and a new image took its place. The nothingness around her grew brighter and brighter until all was of a brilliant white illumination. As far as she could tell Marsha was in some kind of repository of stored knowledge. Row upon row of silver books stretched out before her from horizon to horizon. Each row rose above her for what seemed like miles and contained too many shelves to count. In contrast to the books the shelves were transparent as glass. Marsha's conscious mind became intensely curious as to the contents of these strange silver books. Her attention focused on a row far to her right and immediately Marsha felt herself moving towards it. As she drifted down the aisle she had chosen she noticed that none of the millions of books before her had any labels. Figuring she had no basis for comparing one book to the other Marsha looked up and started moving up the shelves, counting them as she went. As she approached the 1,247th shelf one book caught her attention. It was identical to all of the others but for some reason was sticking out farther than the rest of the books on the shelf. Marsha focused her thoughts on this one particular book and it slid silently off of the shelf and floated towards her. The book slowly opened itself and Marsha could see some sort of writing inside, although it was of a language beyond her comprehension. "That book you are not ready for", came a voice from behind her. She turned to find the face she had seen before she came upon the library. Before she could respond the face drifted down and away from her and said, "Follow me for you must start from the beginning. You cannot start all the way up here." Marsha followed behind the strange apparition out of the row and into the main corridor from which she had begun. They drifted for what seemed like days. Every row of shelves they passed was truly identical in every way. She tried repeatedly to converse with the face but it would say nothing to her in return. They continued in silence for so long that Marsha had almost stopped thinking about anything at all. But then her attention focused on something far ahead in the distance. They were approaching the end of the rows, an end she had thought not to exist. It then dawned on her what the face had meant about starting from the beginning. However, the beginning of what still eluded her. Time, knowledge, existance? The face seemed to read her thoughts and said, "Do not be concerned. I will explain all shortly." The two minds approached the first row and stopped at the bottom shelf. The book on the end of the bottom row slid out quietly and floated up to Marsha. The cover opened slowly and printed on the first page were the words...