As A Person, I'm Polite - I

I Think That The Best Literature Has A Core That You Can't Lock To A Time Or Place But That Can Generate Lots Of Meanings And Translations.

We Live In The Best Of Worlds. But Still, It's Like We've Lost Something On The Way To Here: A Sense Of Life. I Can't Know For Sure, I Might Be The Only One Who's Lost It. Maybe Everybody Else Is Living The Now, Thinking They're Having It Well. Anyhow, That Motivated Me To Write The Books.

And It's A Disquieting Thought That Not Even The Past Is Done With, Even That Continues To Change, As If In Reality There Is Only One Time, For Everything, One Time For Every Purpose Under Heaven. One Single Second, One Single Landscape, In Which What Happens Activates And Deactivates What Has Already Happened In Endless Chain Reactions, Like The Processes That Take Place In The Brain, Perhaps, Where Cells Suddenly Bloom And Die Away, All According To The Way The Winds Of Consciousness Are Blowing.

Saying What You Believe Others Want To Hear Is, Of Course, A Form Of Lying.

If You Are Disappearing From Yourself, But You're Still Writing, Then There Is A Kind Of Activity Of Thinking Going On, Which In My World Is Similar To What's Going On In Music.