When I was in my senior year of high school, I had a dream that I will remember my whole life. Barring Oldtimer's, I will recall it on my death bed.
I was standing outside of an enormous convention hall. The kind that would have been extant at The San Francisco Panama Exposition, the 19oo paris world's fair (the event for which the Eiffel tower was built),,, but most of all especially my Beloved 1892 Chicago's Worlds Fair.
In my dream, There was a towering set of double doors that were covered in the most elaborate of mechanisms in the art nouveau arabesques of shapes.
Suddenly, the giant mechanism starting groaning, and moving, and working, and the doors moved open.
I stepped inside into this enormous exposition that was simply soaked in the most glorious light, and filled with the most wondrous machines that seemed to stretch past the horizon in front of me, so much so that the building seemed to wrap around the curvature of the earth itself.
I knew that all of those machines were the mechanisms of the future, they were the inventions of the human race, that were, and were lost ---- and were yet to be.
And what's more, they were the solidified excretion of the philosophy, the progress, the coming together in a mechanized form of all the unlimited future of human exegesis fashioned by human hands.
Every since that dream, I have given everything I have had to making that world a reality. to create, in my minute way that great exposition hall, to bring something of it into Iz.
When I started going to the Alternative Library last fall, I was on the street, starving, cold, hungry...soaking wet and smelly for days and days, terribly ill and afflicted with physiological and mental health challenges.
I would go there to find a respite from the urban jungle, to find a bit of a corner of shelter on this Great Raft of The Medusa.
I would sit in the front window and read a mountain of books, and use my SAD light, and just try and cope.
The library was a place for me, a place that allowed me to be, that allowed me to become, to molt and grow into my better self. It stood by me when I had nothing to offer. It rose up to meet me and loved me and didn't judge me. It allowed me.
~*~*~*```I have seen the library serve this role for countless people. The Alternative library has been home to the most diverse group of people that I have ever encountered in my travels. I have seen the most shipwrecked lives given another chance through the library, I have seen alcoholics and drug addicts pick themselves up by the bootstraps, by their own herculean strength and verve - --- beautiful young men and woman who had been completely discarded by society, simply because they had a place to be.
A place that allowed them. that urged and prodded themselves to consider options, to consider their higher, and greater knowledge --- to put on hope once again, and try it out for a ride - to see if still fits.
I have seen the library bring people together on a tabula rasa for conversation, generous allowing debate, a place to hash out ideas and solutions for social ills between people of all types.
A place that was brimming over with art, music, poetry, an exaltation of all things literature, and all things that are excellent. It holds up ideals, it prods human beings into doing all the best that they can.
The library has been a place where minority hobo monks and sorority girls come together in a great hand clasp, on equal footing and can really talk, and really connect. and really build intimacy.
Without the library, these people would have never even made eye contact in their entire life, and would have sat on different parts of the bus.
The library is devoid of "Otherism."
The library is the sum of all that is held within its walls.
The library is every amorphic, every changing - growing and expanding in solid and sensible ways,,, like Emerson's Great Banyan Tree.
The library is part of the solution.
Highly imperfect yes, just as all progress is.
But it is part of the solution for our community, our region, our country.
And, I became convinced by the wonderment, and magic --- and miracles that I witnessed during my short tenure at the library as a patron, then librarian - then coordinator of the gallery and community store...that the library is a means to address the decay of the american dream.
If only a forum. I have seen the library change lives, I have seen the library keep people out of jail. I have seen the library inspire people to great heights. I have seen the library feed and shelter people.
I have seen the library vanquish urban blight and decay.
---i have given everything I have to the alternative library, because, next to the Spark museum of Electricity, it is the closest thing I have seen in Iz, to my experience in that exposition hall of my dreams all those years ago.---
I will offer every penny, every dollar, every sawbuck - every drop of bone and blood that I have, and that is desired, that is wanted, that is affirmed - to see this library built.
We talk about the ills of The United States, we are quick to complain, we are quick to cynicism and misanthropy.
Cynicism is lazy and boring,,, it is avaristic and gluttonous and repugnant with sloth. Misanthropy is a disease.
We have been held under the waves so long, and been treading water on a great lonely ocean merely to hope to survive.
We do not always recognize progress when it is right in front of Us.
I will give everything I have to see the library, In The Shining Lighthouse of LIterature on The Hill, The Sanctum of LIterature - to see it happen.
I hope that you will consider giving whatever you can afford to this Project.
We need The Library to Become, so that We can become all that We are capable of, All that We are meant to, and deserve to be -
Kody J. Bosch
Founder + Steward
Atlas Design Co.
Roxbury Live-Work-Research Community
The Roxbury Home Store