1."The universe (which others call the Library)...."
2.The mystics claim that their ecstasy reveals to them a circular chamber containing a great circular book,
whose spine is continuous and which follows the complete circle of the walls; but their testimony is suspect;
their words, obscure. This cyclical book is God.)
3.We also know of another superstition of that time: that of the Man of the Book....there must exist a book
which is the formula and perfect compendium of all the rest: some librarian has gone through it and he is
analogous to a god.
4.If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place
be in hell.
5.I venture to suggest this solution to the ancient problem: The Library is unlimited and cyclical. If an eternal
traveler were to cross it in any direction, after centuries he would see that the same volumes were repeated
in the same disorder (which, thus repeated, would be an order: the Order). My solitude is gladdened by this
elegant hope.