I will only take what I need to remind myself of how divine it is to be awake, to be alive. From now on with pen and paper I can record with words and sketches, the things I would like to remember. And I can draw maps of places where things are. Then I can share all of this with my friends. Well as you might imagine, scraps of paper turn into bound books.
Books multiply into volumes and the collector once again is carrying quite a heavy load.
It is time to free herself once again. She reaches her hill top. She gathers her cape full of information and ideas. In many cities and towns,libraries, museums and universities appeared full of her quirks and quips. At the university they gave her a Latin name, Alma Mater,fostering mother.