I like the parable of the books and the library, and the focus on the order evident and discerned. But I would take it further. What is often to be found in books? Stories. Poems. So I find it interesting that Einstein seems to have been so impervious to myth (which is what religious poems and stories tend to be). The older I get, the more it is the drama of being that impresses and disturbs me, not its mechanics and ingredients.