We were a little later than most of my friends in getting a computer and internet access. But when it came, it opened up a whole new world of interaction. The thousands of miles melted away, and suddenly I was connected with writings and chat groups at my fingertips. It was there, through the internet, that I became acquainted with the works of Hugh Nibley. I couldn’t get enough. I loved his wit, how he had an answer for everything, how fascinating I found his material. When I came to BYU after graduating from High School, my Nibley-love deepened. It was whispered that he lived close to campus. His masterwork, to be entitled, One Eternal Round, was also spoken of (speculated about) in hushed tones.
Living in South Texas, there were no LDS bookstores within a thousand miles. But we traveled. A lot. And long before I came along, my dad had traveled–to Church history sites. As early as I can remember, we had a closet full of books, most of which, as a young child, looked so boring (that white softback Comprehensive History of the Church set exuded boredom). I came around, though. I discovered most of these books were Church books, gradually collected during our yearly family vacations. I learned to love that collection, and it provided a space for intellectual expansion that otherwise did not seem to exist (unless you counted blind speculation–and yes, plenty of that went on too!).
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