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7-13-08 A Worm-like piece of Shit

Blown hither & thither by the storm of internal energy. First inspired to chapterize my Science – breaking it into 4 books. Surprise – surprise. After 20-30 years I finally figure out what I’m writing about. So many consolidations right now – first my SEA trilogy, completed & reorganized. Then Pioneer – luluized into a book complete with some new maps. Now my Science – I say lovingly – with pride for my children – although they’ve yielded no acclaim of any sort, as yet. But now when these writings are in their late teens, I have finally understood what it is I’ve done.

“But you wrote it. You must understand what it’s all about.” You, the non-existent Reader, might wonder about my sanity.

And then perhaps I would respond accordingly. “Actually I wrote and complied the entire work as if in a trance. My book, Firing Process or Deconstructing the Verbal Reality, is another work of a similar ilk.”

“That makes no sense whatsoever,” yells back Mr. Normal. “An author conceives of a book – perhaps writes an outline – or at least a short synopsis of the work he is to undertake – if he’s a professional, unlike you, of course. You scum bag commie piece of shit word terrorist, what makes you think you have anything important to say – that you actually believe you have something to add to the world’s literature? Your writing is mediocre at best – useful only as kindling for the fire. You make me sick with your supposed science – thinking that you, just a mere waiter by profession, could have anything useful whatsoever to add to the scientific community. These trained professionals have spent their entire lives serving the greater good, unlike you who sits for endless hours in front of your computer pretending that you are doing something important – playing make believe, when you should get a real job – not just picking up change off of tables. Do you really think that you, an insignificant, wormlike piece of shit, have anything at all to say that hasn’t already been said before?”

“Are you finished?”

“Yeah. Sorry to be so harsh. I just needed to get that off my chest. It’s been building up. Needed to be said – for your own good, of course. Didn’t want you to waste any more time.”

“Well, thanks for your support. Anything else?”

“No, I’m spent for now.”

“So am I. Good night.”