My symbol.

The library hasn't got any end, as far and wide and as I can see. I scratch the surface the library presents to me and I leave no mark. For the time I'm done with it, the library's already grown up farther than no one can reach. My trace vanishes among the recently webbed other traces.
I also sink into the library just seizing the narrow wires which follow one another: what a better place to search? I search my symbol. I search the symbol to which my live is committed. I search my ritual, the ritual which condenses my being. And today I got a candidate for the first:

道