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Writers Are A Loosely Knit Community - Community Is An Overstated Word. Writers Don't See Each Other Very Much.

Some Say It Is Best Not To Go Near The Center Of Time. Life Is A Vessel Of Sadness, But Is Noble To Live Life And Without Time There Is No Life. Others Disagree. They Would Rather Have An Eternity Of Contentment, Even If That Eternity Were Fixed And Frozen, Like A Butterfly Mounted In A Case.

I Think It Is Always A Long Shot Getting A Book Made Into A Film. Making That Book Into A Film Is Going To Be Quite A Challenge.

That Has Been The Great Achievement Of Our Age: To So Thoroughly Flood The Planet With Megabits That Every Image And Fact Has Become A Digitized Disembodied Nothingness. With Magnificent Determination, Our Species Has Advanced From Stone Age To Industrial Revolution To Digital Emptiness. We've Become Weightless, In The Bad Sense Of The Word.

Children Grow Rapidly, Forget The Centuries-long Embrace From Their Parents, Which To Them Lasted But Seconds. Children Become Adults, Live Far From Their Parents, Live Their Own Houses, Learn Ways Of Their Own, Suffer Pain, Grow Old. Children Curse Their Parents For Their Wrinkled Skin And Hoarse Voices. Those Now Old Children Also Want To Stop Time, But At Another Time. They Want To Freeze Their Own Children At The Center Of Time.