Was universe born in a bang? Will it end one day in a crunch? Is man a product of evolution or the creation of an unfathomably profound being? How can human heart simultaneously shelter both: desolate miseries and eternal joys? Is human decision-making inherently rational or anecdotal? Will our species perish before does the earth? Are these queries lofty, yet futile, preoccupations of an idle mind? Or do they highlight a distinguishing attribute of our species, Homo Sapiens, the Man who knows? Origin of universe and life can be argued till there is none left standing, but knowledge could not have begun without a mind capable of thinking. And the language of thoughts is words. Human story must have begun with word. Words are the notes that produce the music of our mind called t houghts . Rob human mind of words and it is a spectre of a ghost stage complete with tanpura, tabla, sarangi, a musician; and a funereal silence.   I cannot date my love for books. The farth...