Father, what are these books the young boy looked up at the hunderds of bookcases, filled by thousands of books.
life is like a book, and every day is a page. What you do, think and see, everything on a day forms a story, a chapter. When the day ends life writes it down.
This goes on till the end of your time, and so the end of the story.
When you die the book is complete, wheter you die at the age of 20 or the age of 110. the book is always full.
Then they come here to be remembered by those who live, or be eternaly forgotten
the young boy looked around.
are these finished? he said, pointing at an old bookcase.
His father let out a sad sigh. He touched the back of one of the books.
no, a story ends when it needs to end. And those wo do are full.
But some stories end earlier than they were meant to be. These are the books of the unfortunate souls. They who took their own life, and ended their story.
the boy looked at his father, they both had a look of compassion in their eyes.
What happens with them?