Where – and what – is the library?

What exactly is the Oogazoid Library, and where in the universe is it?

I have no memory of how I was brought here, and I have never been outside the library’s caverns. All I know is that they are inexpressibly large, and strange. I have worked here for years now, and I have never come to its end. Some of the more friendly and loquacious oogazoids have let it be known to me that there is no end; that its slimy caves extend to infinity. Upwards, downwards, and sideways, an infinity of books, containing all the stories, both true and false, that ever have been written, are being written (yes this one confuses me too), and ever will be written.

How, and for what purpose, the oogazoids have achieved all of this is still unclear.

The story of your life is here – and who’s to say how slim the volume is, or what is written on the last page? – along with all the stories of all lives past, present, and future.

Is the story of God’s life here, if it even exists? When I asked this question the oogazoids became very agitated, gesticulating wildly with their appendages and covering me in a layer of slime in the process. They carried me bodily back into the crevice that has been allotted to me and, that night, supplied me with no cave moss to eat.

Make of that ‘answer’ what you will.