CHAPTER 13
Freedom of Multiple Lives
I follow the yellow pathway to the Library door. The large oak door opened automatically for me. The door was highly ornamental and seemed like it weighed a tonne, yet it opened noiselessly. I wondered how many other souls had entered these doors before me and how many more would walk through and marvel at this Cathedral of Knowledge.
The long line of yellow book bindings caught my eye, as they glistened in the sunlight pouring in through the tall glass windows of the large library. There were millions of books, manuscripts, documents and massive portraits of people, places and events throughout the course of history and since the dawn of creation.
There were section upon section of books, meticulously classified, catalogued and arranged neatly in
