Books, Papers, and Drawings

My room is filled with collection of papers with writings and/or drawings.
Sometimes, it conjures up a mixed feeling of awe and fear in me. Awesome creations they are, but also equally deadly.
"Awe? Fear? Deadly?"
These are the questions that you may be wondering.
Yes. All these qualities I attribute to WORTHY GOOD books.
'Awe' because of the knowledge that I shall be consuming in a good book, empowering myself with the author's thoughts and understanding of certain things, for example, death and life.
'Fear' because it is able to whip me off my feet and transport me through time and space, landing me hard in the time and place set by the author.
'Deadly' because some books can be so good that one's fabric of reality may be shattered upon reading or even seeing it, causing delusions and insanity to the reader. The reader may be even DEADLIER after reading it.
Within these papers are angels and demons of knowledge who struggled to set itself free from the container within the authors mind and succeeded landing in writings. Maniacal things books are. No wonder villagers of the past revered books and people who reads them.