What's the point?

I've been working in libraries my entire life--starting as a page in the 1950s at the Lincoln (NE) Public Library System.  In 1969 I read Theodore Roethke's poem "Dolor."  The poem changed my life. 

Instead of enrolling in library school, I enrolled in the University of Nebraska's education program and then the theater program.  Like Roethke, in school and public libraries I'd "seen dust from the walls of institutions,/Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,/Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium."  I didn't want my exciting future life to become covered in dust.

But libraries are the opiate of readers.  I couldn't stay away.