When it was proclaimed that the Library contained all the books, the first reaction was one of extravagant happiness. All men were masters of an intact and secret treasure. There was no personal or world problem whose eloquent solution did not exist in some hexagon. The universe was justified, the universe suddenly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope. Excerpt from the story “The Library of Babel” by Borges. Our World, that we look through the screens, is increasingly immaterial, but only in appearance. The library which opened its doors Borges fiction such that portentous spectacle before the incredulous eyes of the people, all of us immersed in the great little newborn brain is the Net’s prophecies are being fulfilled. The digital age has begun, there is nothing that can not be and is not in some way or another digitized.
The volume of content makes up a boundless landscape. The virtual mountain of words grows each second passes, and will soon rise exponentially as the Internet access is popular. We should rejoice. Not only for how individuals can share our own knowledge, impressions, feelings, creations … with the rest of the network members, also for the simple fact to dispose of what others give us. Only culture gives freedom, Unamuno said, and although the social context may have improved a lot since sung in a small part of the world, this idea remains the best hope for much of the planet. However, not all knowledge in this great virtual library, and not all knowledge content are at the same level, although at first glance there is a unique living space.