Preface to the first incomplete edition.
Contemplate the grandeur of my mistakes and prove to me that magic does not exist.On the first day of the last Iraq war I was given a glimpse at the question to the answer to life theuniverse and everything. On that morning while you were going to your slave jobs to make slave wagesin a slave world I went black...When I came back I had seen it all, before I could stop, I saw it all and before you know it, I was doingsomething else and forgotten parts of it.Distraught by the pointlessness of war, distraught by the inevitable advance of technology and thecoming of the eventuality and the choice that humanity as a group and no one single individual wasgoing to be able to make, I contemplated suicide. This is what is meant by going black and findingyourself in a situation created from the vortex.This talk is perhaps entirely separable from things which you did not write that are called prophecyabout things which you did not experience is called Hearsay. Perhaps those who wrote those wordsknew what they were saying, but how could they know what they were saying to us. After all our language changes faster all the time; New words creep into the language with new aliens entering theterritory. All, ah, I can say, should be the only judge of a person.Humanity is going to build the means to it's destruction and allow humanity itself to make the choice. Itwill not be any one of our choice, it will be an aggregated choice related to the insanity of theindividuals who must to live on this planet and the motherly instinct which keeps them from procuringthe means of escape. It can either do it on it's own in the public view or it will be done in the privateview of the insane. You, gentle reader, must understand that I am of those.You couldn't design a cyclotron or a synchrotron, could you? But I can, and so can anyone else who hastaken the five minuets to look it up on Wikipedia or Youtube and a cheat sheet to mathematics, and acalculator, the four of which are on you're most prized information system: The Internet.This book is about an inevitability and seeks to explain many things about the nature of what has beengoing on down here 'n the mad house.On that morning (while you were getting in your car to go to work as if nothing was happening) thewar raged in what was the center of scientific advance only about 42 generations ago. Most shockingand most awing to Nobuddy who was paying attention. I stole my parents car, packed it with gasoline,model airplanes, nick knacks; everything that you would expect of some primitive stowing awaytrinkets from someone who had a life looking for life in some after life, looking to become a DeadMan.After I crossed the border into Massachusetts from my home state New Hampshire, with uncountablenumbers of police cruisers chasing me at 50 in a 55 zone most people take at 75, I was wondering if thePresident ever did read my telegram before he decided to act. Now days it is strongly suspected that hedecided to act quite a bit before that.But as we have a new president in power I feel the time is write to right a story. This (incomplete) story
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