Belief And Delusion Are Incestuous

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

I Am Just Like Everybody Else...because There Is Nobody Like Me In The Whole World.

When I Was Young, I Was All About Personal Sovereignty And That Junk, Because There Was No Privacy And The Available Ideologies Were Collective, Both Socialism/communism And Nationalism.

The Mind Is Complicated And You Can't Trace The Roots Of Its Processes, But There Is Something About Mathematical And Algorithmic Patterns That I Like To Recognize In Things.

Memoir Implies The Need To Reveal Something About Yourself - To Recount Your Life For Educational Purposes.