The Library of Babel, the short story by Jorge Luis Borges, is the setting for an endless search for the perfect book in a setting that promises infinite enlightenment. The library is an unrelenting maze of hexagonal rooms, and conscripts its users to search shelf by shelf and room by room with faith and commitment. Tirelessly, they go up one staircase, come down another, hoping that each floor is the one that they need; they devise ever more ingenious strategies to narrow and systematize the search, convinced that the best practices and proper techniques are just around the corner. Again and again, the books they pull out are ineffectual, the rooms they explore are vacuous, each strategy as futile as the last. The translations are endless and the catalogs meaningless but they are undeterred – steadfast in the conviction that this must be a library built by God; they hold firmly to the faith that this library carries the path to liberation and that they just need to find the right book in the next search.