The library of thoughts

I created a fictional place within my mind that helps me cope with the occasional lack of motivation to learn.

I imagine a library with an endless number of books, which together capture all the knowledge we could get about this world.

No one ever had direct access there, and especially in the past, imitation of the library was impossible. But today, mainly thanks to digital sharing, we are at least partly capable of bringing such a library from imagination to our reality. Of course, such imitations capture only fragments of the library, but that might be sufficient.

I feel lucky I have access to at least part of my imagination and am motivated to contribute to the library. It is fascinating to think about some stranger in the future who might open the book I wrote during my life and even continue in my thought process. In this light, I can say the following.

There is no need to be absolutely accurate in the present.

If I was wrong, I allowed someone else to get closer to the truth through my mistake.

Just think, reflect, and write about the world around you, probably no one will thank you, but someone later on might be grateful for your ideas.

Despite all, one idea about the library is still unclear to me. Was it us who wrote it? Or, what if the library contains all possible combinations of letters? In that case, everything new we wrote is just a copy of something already captured (including all mistakes).