I was impressed by what I read, but also wary and doubtful. I wondered how much of it was true, and how much of it was biased or distorted. I wondered how the Church justified its actions and decisions, how it balanced its interests and its morals, how it handled its mistakes and its failures.
I closed the book and looked at the shelf. I had read all the books on history that the librarian had given me. I had learned a lot about the world and its history, but I still had many questions and doubts.
I decided to look for more books that could answer my questions and doubts. I searched the shelf for more books on history, or on anything related to the Church, God, or divine light.
As I searched, I noticed a dusty old book that was hidden behind some other books. It looked old and worn, with a leather cover and a metal lock. It had no title or author on it, only some strange symbols that I didn't recognize.
I was curious about it, so I took it out and examined it. It felt heavy and cold in my hands. It had a keyhole on the lock, but no key. I tried to open it, but it was locked.
I wondered what was inside it, what secrets or mysteries it contained. I wondered who wrote it, when and why. I wondered if it had anything to do with the Church, God, or divine light.
I decided to try to read it, even if I couldn't open it. I hoped that I could find some clues or hints on the cover or the pages.
I looked at the cover again and tried to decipher the symbols. They looked like some kind of alphabet or code, but they were unlike any that I had ever seen before. They were complex and intricate, with curves and angles, dots and lines.
I tried to sound them out in my mind, but they made no sense to me. They sounded like gibberish.
I opened the book to the first page and saw more symbols. They were arranged in rows and columns, forming words and sentences. They filled the entire page, leaving no space or margin.
I tried to read them, but they made no sense to me either. They sounded like gibberish too.
I turned to the next page and saw more symbols. They were different from the ones on the first page, but they were still incomprehensible to me.
I turned to the next page and saw more symbols. They were different from the ones on the second page, but they were still meaningless to me.
I turned to the next page and saw more symbols. They were different from the ones on the third page, but they were still nonsensical to me.
I kept turning pages and seeing symbols. They kept changing and confusing me.
I didn't notice that my eyes were getting tired. I didn't notice that my head was getting dizzy. I didn't notice that my palms were getting damp.
I fell asleep reading the book.
Later, the librarian came up to me and woke me up. He said that the library was about to close. He said that I had been there for an entire day.
He looked at me with concern and surprise.
"Are you alright, Jack? You look pale and exhausted." He said.
"I'm fine." I said weakly.
He looked at the book that I was holding in my hands.
"What is this book?" He asked me.
"I don't know." I said honestly.
He took the book from me and examined it. He frowned and shook his head.
"I don't know either." He said.
He handed me back the book.
"Where did you find this book?" He asked me.