Everyone Shares The Same Fate.

In A World Without Future, Each Moment Is The End Of The World.

For Me, Consciousness Is The Most Interesting Unsolved Problem Of Science, And, In Fact, We May Never Know What It Is About A Particular Arrangement Of Neurons That Gives Rise To Consciousness. Our Consciousness, Like The Air We Breathe Or Like The Passage Of Time, Is Central To Our Existence As Intelligent Beings.

A Writer Is Someone Who Has A One-man Tent In The Desert And Occasionally He Sees The Footprint Of An Other Writer - In The Form Of A Review Or Something.

As Human Beings, Don't We Need Questions Without Answers As Well As Questions With Answers, Questions That We Might Someday Answer And Questions That We Can Never Answer?

In This World, There Are Two Times. There Is Mechanical Time And There Is Body Time. The First Is As Rigid And Metallic As A Massive Pendulum Of Iron That Swings Back And Forth, Back And Forth, Back And Forth. The Second Squirms And Wriggles Like A Bluefish In A Bay. The First Is Unyielding, Predetermined. The Second Makes Up Its Mind As It Goes Along.