For some time...

...I've suspected there are books of a certain kind out there that I don't know about. I only know they must exist. Imagine my astonishment when such a book was delivered to me! The cover almost glowed faintly, gauzy, otherworldly. It somehow came to me from another world. I prefer not saying the title of this book. I'm superstitious and don't wish to break the spell of its presence. I'm going to live with this book as if born freshly into it or dreaming a long time within it. Things are indeed out there that have our names invisibly written on them. We wait with time, and they come.