library jungle

I remember the scene from "Mary Poppins," where Bert has just received Jane, Michael and Mary Poppins on the roof. He points out to the sea of roofs, and he says, "look at it. A trackless jungle. Just waiting to be explored."
The other day, when I was in the library, I had the same thought. The stacks upon stacks of books, many of them filled with rca's,(really cool adventures) frightening things, happy things, sad things, thrilling things, amazing things and memorable things, are trackless jungles just begging to be explored. A book unread is full of potential energy, a book read can be full of kinetic energy. How can we resist opening the first page and finding out what hitherto unknown thing it has to offer us? How can we resist? How do we ever decide on which book or books we're going to check out from the library? How can we help but learn, grow or find delight.