In Myths Things Always Turn Into Their

I Suppose The Problem ... Is That We Have An Inside And An Outside. We've Got Problems Both Places, But It's So Hard To Tell Where The One Stops And The Other Takes Up.

In The Arts, People Are Always Waiting For Someone Or Some Movement To "fulfill Her/its/his Promise." Then, Half-a-dozen Or A Dozen Years On, Others Begin To Realize That, Really, Something Extraordinary Was Actually Happening.

The Idea That Certain Things In Life - And In The Universe - Don't Yield Up Their Secrets Is Something That Requires A Slightly More Mature Reader To Accept.

Historically, I Guess That's How Science Fiction Works: You Start By Using Aliens To Think The Unthinkable — And Then, Eventually, Another Writer, Having Grown A Little More Comfortable With The Earlier Notion, Brings It Into The Human.

I Suspect Most Of Life Takes Place In The Interstices Of What's Already Been Articulated.