Knowledge with open eyes

You enter the unknown and for the first time and you feel as though this thirst you have had will finally be quenched. You have discovered nothing like this, you have seen nothing like this, you have felt nothing like this. All around you is her exquisite beauty. And you finally feel at peace, taking in everything you can of her. She is beautiful but she is scared. You don't understand what you have started by finding her. She is not just what you see of her. She has scars that run generations deep and bruises that multiply daily. She does not tell you of the cracks that cover her, she does not tell you about the death and destruction, the broken hearts, the beaten down dreams, the bent hopes, and the barrenness that seems to seep over those she touches like darkness. No, she shows you none of this. She doesn't tell you that she is a double edged sword. That she will give you the greatest of agonies alongside the most glorious of triumphs. That pain will follow joy. And that happiness seems to only stay for a time. She lets find these truths on your own. All your new and innocent eyes can see is this beautiful package she has given to you. A piece of her. Wrapped up in light, withered from age and travel, containing a man's soul that is within your reach. All you see are these massive wonderful works of art with their yellowed pages and faded covers just waiting for someone to open them and listen. And so you vow to open them one at a time and listen so that you may learn their hearts' desires and their deepest nightmares.