You know, when I met the "Librarian," even though he looked like what I thought God was supposed to look like, I have come to understand he is not God. The Librarian, even though I don't like him so much, has a job we agreed to let him have. If we can forgive us for playing with time, I will have to forgive the Librarian as well. We were co-conspirators all, all of us who chose to fall.