...chaos Doesn't Run The Whole Show.

A Novel Is Balanced Between A Few True Impressions And The Multitude Of False Ones That Make Up Most Of What We Call Life. It Tells Us That For Every Human Being There Is A Diversity Of Existences, That The Single Existence Is Itself An Illusion In Part, That These Many Existences Signify Something, Tend To Something, Fulfill Something; It Promises Us Meaning, Harmony, And Even Justice.

A Great Deal Of Intelligence Can Be Invested In Ignorance When The Need For Illusion Is Deep.

There Are Evils That Have The Ability To Survive Identification And Go On For Ever... Money, For Instance, Or War.

You Can Spend The Entire Second Half Of Your Life Recovering From The Mistakes Of The First Half.

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.