The Library of Babel is a short story of the French author; Jorge Luis Borges. I got the chance to read the story when a friend of mine has been given the homework to actually make a model in response to it. The library is ‘a place for scholars to do research, for artists and writers to seek inspiration, for anyone with curiosity or a sense of humor to reflect on the weirdness of existence‘.
A vast architecture of interconnecting hexagons each with four walls of bookshelves and passageways leading to other identical hexagons.
In the movie industry, of course a reference has been made to this library. In Interstellar, the Tesseract has been constructed for Cooper to see the past and the future as a whole in Murph’s room. When Cooper is inside the Tesseract, the universe is actually an infinite library with full of books, but he sees it upside down.
For those who hasn’t read the Library of Babel, I strongly recommend that you do.
For those who have read it already, this is my respond essay to the short story.
… can there be any God, without the unbearable suffer of the mankind, the unstoppable interrogation of any human being, when something very valuable is taken away? Immediately after that, the examination begins, will there be any answers, will there be any justice and will there be any salvation?
Recovery lies in the idealistic approach of the mankind. There’s an ultimate hero, who will fix everything. This idea is nothing but a selfish, egoistic, small thought of only a certain type of species who seek justice only for himself, who feels pain only when something is taken away from him and only seeks for God when he feels discomfort…
God created snowflakes, then they were cast down, just slipping away under his hand, and as the snowflakes slowly floats, time passes by.
time, is a bitter thing
a cruel, monstrous concept
which twists the knife
which is made up of the knife
but then, makes you forget all about it
like a gentle sleep
like a dream far, far away
from the beautiful hope of the tomorrow
which you may never reach, now
‘God is dead’ replies Nietzsche, after he created the snowflakes, he watched them touch the ground and then he disappeared through the eternity, he escaped from or through the past or the future, to a certain combination of time and space that we, as weak, three dimensional humans cannot ever find him in all the places we seek for him because this world is made up of only certain types of locations and ages. He, the almighty, can be found everywhere, all the time and he can be found in nowhere at all.
Now, can an architect, holds the secret of the God? Can he give a perfect chance to an imperfect creature; which is to live, until the now is dead, too. All the different people, different nations, different attitudes of minds around the world combine in one language; 4 walled, one floored and one ceilinged. Is this the real definition of architecture, without all the fancy combinations of words that can be found in all the books?
There are no identical snowflakes. The falling of the snowflakes, from the mirror, creates an illusion, only, as if they were falling with a certain route, controlled by some season and location. Can it be bended, can it be escaped? Can God be felt inside of the four walls? Oh, beautiful snowflakes, beautiful humans, trapped inside…