You missed the obvious truth of this image. He's kissing one book, has another between his legs, a third in a post coital snuggle with it's head on his chest and he's tweaking the nipple of a fourth while 100s of others await his attentions. He is the father of all knowledge. Books, like women, are the vessels that create a continuity with the future, but knowledge is pain, for his penis is covered in papercuts.