Ascending Deep Down*;
SBUCL Review
Ever since human beings were given the chance to explore beyond the lights, and discover further than the Jade; the question of "How would it feel to literally experience absolute deafening silence of the outer darkness?" arouse. A definite accurate response has not been yielded up, desperation has almost taken over the inquisitive creatures; but, in a mysterious moment, the splendid thought emerged: "Let's CREATE it!"
In the darkness beyond Self, exist dozens of billions of universes; creating a labyrinth tough enough to be classified among the impassables. The first step to this magnificent creation was to bring together as many worlds as possible; thus, the scarlet letters were collected from all round the globe. Then, they were heavenly housed. The moment all the reasonable precautions against breathtakingly rebellious worlds were taken, the success of the simulation was announced.
In order to distinguish its profile, the pioneers were let in. Days and nights passed, and passed; but, there was no sign to be inspected when the pioneers were going to emerge.
"It rarely liberates us from the torturing process of finding an answer to the question; it's a total failure there. But, since you dedicated a great deal of endeavor to do this, we bestow it a name; all deserving and appropriate. You are warned although; in advance, not to let folks figure out its origin; otherwise, you'll lose their interest and attendance. 'LibRary' as it rarely liberates." The representative pioneer addressed, and then swiftly disappeared back into the so-called LibRary, leaving a trace of mystery and doubt; why the pioneers would none leave it if they believe it to be a total failure.
The gates of the LibRary were opened to the folks as it's been promised; the very first steps were taken carefully and fearfully, but then a five-some-year-old girl ran in eagerly and the flow followed her.
No darkness!! No death silence!! No frightening event!! It was fun!! The only sound that could reach the most sensitive ears was that of butterfly's wings flapping. There were rows and rows of shining holders, containing fabulous worlds.
"Yes, library; as one can never liberate one's self from the universe within it." The pioneer girl murmured, sitting on the floor of the library, scrutinizing a book in her little hands.
"Today, a reader; tomorrow, a leader." the notice of the crowd was caught by each letter of it on the wall. In the children division of SBU Central Library, a happy atmosphere prevails, not that it's crowded or noisy; but that, there, everybody goes back to the age of five; all joy and play and persistence to be read to, one more page.
Then, demands the fifteen-year-old the permission of diving; permission given, she flies away into the rows. There, live Heathcliff and Catherine, Romeo and Juliet, Jane and Mr. Rochester; there, comes to life sensibility with Austen, all of a sudden, things fall apart by Achebe and Father Brown rushes in from one side and Sherlock Holmes from the other. There, one can live a whole life with no regrets.
The scholar, subsequently, descends the marble staircase to the grand archive of MA and PhD theses, professional magazines, and E-books; where one is given the extensive access to the world's greatest universities' libraries and data banks.
There, remain the treasures for the freshman to hunt for in the 3rd floor, to go and seek for the books which were once only dreamt of, the invaluable books to be looked up with caution and tenderness.
Having run out of time, the main door is sought for. From among a number of study halls here and there, the crowd finds its way. Out of the SBUCL, silence remains high round the surroundings, but deep inside, the crowd is screaming with excitement.
The End
*the historical and linguistic ideas in the text have no scientific proofs as far as the author is concerned, and they are only created to add excitement to the text.
