And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

We have a large bookshelf in our dining room…the sort of square, modular kind with sixteen cubes, all filled to the brim with books and journals. A lovely hive overflowing with words, thoughts, and dreams. Some of the books are educational and cover a diverse range of subjects from engineering and physiology, to foreign languages and psychology. Then there is a vast collection of fiction, revealing myths, fables, and stories of worlds beyond our own. There are also a couple of shelves for our well-loved D&D books that make their way into backpacks and on open on dining room tables several times a month 🙂

And finally, there is a single shelf that contains journals and…