I Have Already Lost Touch

When The Ground Starts Moving, All Bets Are Off.

It Occurs To Me As I Write That This "white Light," Usually Presented Dippily (evidence Of Afterlife, Higher Power), Is In Fact Precisely Consistent With The Oxygen Deficit That Occurs As Blood Flow To The Brain Decreases. "everything Went White," Those Whose Blood Pressure Has Dropped Say Of The Instant Before They Faint.

There's A General Impulse To Distract The Grieving Person - As If You Could.

Another Thing I Need To Do, When I'm Near The End Of The Book, Is Sleep In The Same Room With It...somehow The Book Doesn't Leave You When You're Asleep Right Next To It.

Had I Been Blessed With Even Limited Access To My Own Mind There Would Have Been No Reason To Write.