Our language, all our fictional productions, is reflections of the universal images in the great vision of the creation.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, then a library therefore is a magical room with a lot of bewitched spirits.
They wake up when we call them.
When we open a book an esthetic occurrence is happening.
Because we are parts of the movement of time - which with it´s images both flows through us, and around us in nature - then the same book changes, as we changes.
The text itself is after all also the River of Time, or Heraklit´s River.
Language is in that way an esthetical creation.