I’m learning how to write this book as I write it. We’re kinda growing up together, in a literary sense. It’s like a combination of Walden and Slaughterhouse-5, two of the books I’m reading right now.
“While I enjoy the friendship of the seasons I trust that nothing can make life a burden to me. The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house to-day is not drear and melancholy, but good for me too. Though it prevents my hoeing them, it is of far more worth than my hoeing. If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and being good for the grass, it would be good for me. Sometimes, when I compare myself with other men, it seems as if I were more favored by the gods than they, beyond any deserts that I am conscious of; as if I had a warrant and surety at their hands which my fellows have not, and were especially guided and guarded. ” says Thoreau and on and on he goes for three hundred pages.
“So out of the gate of the railroad yard and into the streets of Dresden marched the light opera. Billy Pilgrim was the star. He led the parade. Thousands of people were on the sidewalks, going home from work. They were watery and putty-colored, having eaten mostly potatoes during the past two years.” and on and on, Billy Pilgrim time tripping and being abducted by aliens from Tralfamadore and finding himself in the underground grotto of slaughterhouse #5 while above ground the Allies firebombed Dresden into rubble at the end of the second world war. Kurt Vonnegut’s masterpiece.
As foretold in the preface of the book, it will be about many things: quantum mechanics and the ‘little people’ that live in our gut, ancient civilizations and shamans, our cities and our money. My intention is to examine and explore who we are and what we have done, the gods and demons we have created – maybe exorcise a few demons of my own. Only God knows what our grandparents from the 100th generation ago were up to but they were there and they were up to something. Our grandparents 10,000 generations ago were there too, living in Africa the home land, and trying to survive and have some fun. Which is what we do today, what a coincidence, we just do it in a different way. Our games are different, our languages are different, our clothing is different and our customs are different but our hopes and aspirations are fundamentally the same.
What kind of wisdom have we uncovered on our big adventure, our long journey? What kind of magic secrets are there in the ancient book we have written? Wish me luck and hope me well. Maybe I will find out, maybe it will all come together and be finished one day and get published by Random House and become a New York Times best seller and a trend setter and a genre buster. Maybe we can all discover something. Maybe we can become wise.