Somewhere on the pages is your entire life story, already written. Waiting to be discovered. The story of your birth, every variation of death. Every success. Every failure.
Just a meaningless collection of words waiting to be discovered, only given meaning once found.
Even my post already existed: https://libraryofbabel.info/bookmark.cgi?vdayie_ifpawv163
Suddenly, Pinocchio says "My nose is growing!"
What happens next?