For years, a programmer kept having a recurring dream -- more a nightmare, maybe -- where they were lost in an endless library containing all the knowledge of the universe ever written, but where the seeker never finds the answers they are searching for. The dream was inspired, of course, by Jorge Luis Borges’ legendary short story “The Library of Babel”, which has been haunting readers, mathematicians, and artists since 1941:
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries, with vast air shafts between, surrounded by very low railings. From any of the hexagons one can see, interminably, the upper and lower floors…
Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalog of catalogs; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.
And for the programmer, who goes by the name “Mahu”, these words were the source of that dream they kept having for some 7 to 8 years.
“I'd say that a big part of the way I experience the world is through my spatial perception of my surroundings,” they explain. “It tends to be one of the only things I remember about a dream if I remember anything at all.”
But rather than just keep letting the concept remain a nightmare, Mahu did an unexpected thing: