Sometimes I envision intelligent living,
a place where weirdness is wonderful,
and books are beautiful;
a place where men lust for the sapience of women.
A place where education is free,
where protégés become mentors and tutors,
a place where everyone from children to seniors
may enjoy computer programming,
and free access to computers;
a place where the nerd in you can be set free…
to be all that you want to be.
Sometimes I take refuge in the library to escape the noise and the chatter.
Sometimes I sit in the library and observe particles of intelligent matter.
I see people teaching,
I see people learning,
I see books,
I see makerspaces,
I see computers;
sometimes I see intelligence spatter.
Sometimes I go to the library to meditate
and to appreciate symphonious orchestrations
of intelligent pitter-patter.
I hear pages being turned,
I hear keys being stroked,
I hear ideas being shared,
I hear knowledge being whispered;
sometimes I hear intellectual abracadabra.
Sometimes I envision #datlibrarylife;
sometimes – I’m reminded why libraries matter.
–@StevieStreets | Intelligent Living