No longer a warehouse to store the evidence of diligence, the paths of the library merge circulation and storage, making public the store of knowledge. Though visually and experientially it is Piranesian in its meandering complexity, the mood has shifted from the confusion and despair of incarceration to the enlightenment and wonder of knowledge. The library, though, is not akin to Lebbeus Woods’ Bosnian Wall, cultivating a community from those lost in the maze of its interior. A labyrinth consists of a single winding path, meditative because of its length and ease of navigation. The core of the library is just such a path, meandering slowly upwards, lined with knowledge.