Erudition sits in the library. The whole place is quiet, but books are full of whispers. They devour texts old and new, many lives so different from theirs. The isles are endless, and though there is too little time, they are looking forward to learn all that they can. Somewhere in this pile of book there is wisdom, a fragile little light, like the one that in their lantern.


Possible meanings : Searching for the wisdom of those who have come before. Listening to many different opinions. Having empathy for other people. Trying to understand their story. Looking for wisdom outside of oneself.