I remember when I was a child, about seven or eight, I would look through the huge box for toys. The box could easily fit three or four kids my size, but I would jump in there and look for toys, and it was filled with action figures, lego's and cars and I never found what I really wanted. I wasn’t satisfied will all the toys in the box. I don’t even know how I accumulated all these toys of zero interest, but my dad was the same way with books. Books lining the wall, in corners never to be touched and I realize I’m like my father. I traded my toys for books now but I’m still that child, I have a book shelf and more books on the coffee table, but I’m still looking through these pages for answers to my questions or for advice that sages give out freely. I guess its just my fate to keep yearning for these things. So I’ll keep buying books and my dad will keep renting them and on and on it goes. I’ll let you know when dad and I find what we’re looking for.