Yesterday I grabbed the dictionary off the shelf for the first time in a while. I wanted to look up the word "Mammon," to get the exact definition for my son, who’s considering it as a name for his newly-formed metal band. But of course once I opened the pages, so many words spilled out that I got lost along the way to my intended destination.

This is one reason I love books.

I’ve always been a proponent of what I call "random research," because this is where serendipity and synchronicity can flourish and creativity is given space to leap. If you surround yourself with fantastic books, each one is like a beehive with 80,000 ideas buzzing inside. Open it, and any one might sting you.