Lost in the library

Today I had a bit of a nostalgic moment as I perused the aisles of the bookstore on campus. It reminded me of my days working at the library at my old school. I used to wander the aisles and just stare in amazement at all of the titles of all of the books that so many people had written, each with, probably, at least one valuable thing to say. Just the mass of information available nowadays is overwhelming. I always, and I mean ALWAYS, as in no exceptions, bite off more than I can chew when I am checking out books from the library. The other day I went in to find some books on poetry for a class I'm taking and I came out with at least eight, one of which was a huge anthology that weighs about as much as a toddler. I think it's the same problem kids have when serving up their plates for dinner, my eyes are bigger than my stomach, or my time and desire to read and absorb all of that information and sift through for the valuable. Do you feel that though? It's almost like greed, the want to understand everything and soak it all up, fill yourself up on words and ideas that fill you and expand your thinking at the same time. Books are the best. I think that's the underlying point.