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Thursday, November 19, 2021

See that moon last night. I mean, tonight.

So, here it goes: I’m going to tell you things about myself, to show you who I am. But these are things I cannot talk about. I cannot speak about this sort of thing.

But I can write it down. And you can read the things I write, and say, “I think I see what he is trying to say.” So, that can work. And then, I’ll write some more, and you will see that things appear in patterns. Symmetry is, after all, what Beauty is. And Truth.

Before we start, I have to make this clear: 

You have to understand that everything I talk about is really something else. If what you think I said is what I said, then you are lost, and you are on your own. Let me try to show you what I mean.

Take this phrase: “The dog walked down the street.”

Now, here’s the thing: “The dog” is not a dog. It could be anything, but not a dog. And “walking” is about as far as one can get from “dogs” and all the things they do. And as for “street,” well, that is something you might have to figure out. I cannot say what “dog” and “street” and “walking” mean, but I can help you find them out. Well, I can try.

Whatever you do, don’t panic. Things are fine.

I think it’s time. I’m ready. Let’s begin:

This is my running journal. I began some seven years ago to write about my death, and then my journey back to life. One day, I’ll show you all of what I wrote. For now, at least I’ll show you how it ends.

Check it out. I call it chapter one.

Here is some of my poetry.

Here are some stories and works of prose.

Here is some of my latest art.

Here are my books.

Let’s stay in touch.