The Library of Babel // Borges

In all honesty, I don't 'get' this extract.

I get the link between the universe and an infinite library. There is a clear description of how the reader should envisage a physical place in order to understand something as vast and complicated as the universe. By finding order among chaos. Putting different elements into categorical 'bookshelves', yet creating a sense of infinite randomness within those borders.

"At that time it was also hoped that a clarification of humanity's basic mysteries -- the origin of the Library and of time -- might be found."

For me, I got the impression of hope. I know that there is an implied sense of depression, such a mammoth task for the 'librarians' to find these perfect 'books' amongst the infinite pile. Yet for me, the speck of hope lies in the fact that they are out there. That there a books that exists within this libraries that contain every play ever written. A biography for everyone who ever lived. The secrets of the future. They're out there in this metaphorical library which Borges describes.