Had not been created but had lived here all its preternaturally long life.” “In truth the leviathan, pure, was natural to this place. Only then can you let go.” - Yann Martel (author of Life Of Pi) It’s important in life to conclude things properly. For example – I wonder – could you tell my jumbled story in exactly one hundred chapters, not one more, not one less? I’ll tell you, that’s one thing I have about my nickname, the way the number runs on forever. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. “What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. And these pages are “real enough”, but notwithstanding that, they do contain what I take to be words of warning… “Empathy wasn’t enough. This is the art indeed of the “preternatural”, and, of course, that very word appears somewhere in these first 20 pages. Knowing my propensities for literature as its own preternatural growth, I shall no doubt make, during my reading of this book, further links of synchronicity to my own chance simultaneous reading of other books.
I even linked tentatively some of it to the launched DNA eggs in a story I read yesterday ( Dream of the High Mountain). Having by now completed eleven years of gestalt real-time reviewing, and with such training towards susceptible fiction-priming, I thought I should at least be hopeful of becoming suitable for accumulating productively this, so far, rarefied work into my mind, and I have indeed made, to my own personal satisfaction, many productive links or oblique equations between various specific words and images and living creatures and conspiracies and natural growths and numbers and symbols and objective-correlatives.
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