old books

Things this old make me feel naive. Like I'm missing some great truth, or that the hope of reaching said truth has been lost to past eras. I wonder about each one's journey. How they got here, where they have been. And then, think about the journey each one of them shoulders on its pages. I don't know if I would want an eternity of bearing the fall of Troy, but this copy (center) of the Iliad bears the weight fairly well.