
At the centre of the British Library is a black square; at the heart of that centre is an inner chamber where the treasures are stored. In that heart there is a central glass chamber where a few books are kept: Blake's notebooks, Mozart's musical notes, as if the essence of the world and its creativity had to be stored here. But at the core of this centre was the quintessential, a splendid page of the Qur'an in Kufic , majestic, weighty words, verticals in authority. And beyond them was a voice, "If all the sea were ink for my Sustainer's words, the sea would indeed be exhausted ere my Sustainer's words are exhausted! And [thus it would be] if we were to add to it sea upon sea" [Q:18:109]
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