In A World In Which Time Is

In A World Of Fixed Future, Life Is An Infinite Corridor Of Rooms, One Room Lit At Each Moment, The Next Room Dark But Prepared. We Walk From Room To Room, Look Into The Room That Is Lit, The Present Moment, Then Walk On. We Do Not Know The Rooms Ahead, But We Know We Cannot Change Them. We Are Spectators Of Our Lives.

I Should Have Written Books Instead Of Reading Them.

Although Technology Is Proceeding At A Dizzying Pace, I Believe That The Human Mind Will Always Have Control Of Itself. And Since The Human Mind Has A Degree Of Infinity And Imagination Unlikely To Be Matched By A Machine For A Very, Very Long Time, I Don't Think That We Will Become The Machines Of The Machines.

I Have For A Long Time Loved Fabulist, Imaginative Fiction, Such As The Writing Of Italo Calvino, Jose Saramago, Michael Bulgakov, And Salman Rushdie. I Also Like The Magic Realist Writers, Such As Borges And Marquez, And Feel That Interesting Truths Can Be Learned About Our World By Exploring Highly Distorted Worlds.

In This World, There Are Two Times. There Is Mechanical Time And There Is Body Time." "they Do Not Keep Clocks In Their Houses. Instead, They Listen To Their Heartbeats. They Feel The Rhythms Of Their Moods And Desires." "then There Are Those Who Think Their Bodies Don't Exist. They Live By Mechanical Time. They Rise At Seven O'clock In The Morning. They Eat Their Lunch At Noon And Their Supper At Six. They Arrive At Their Appointments On Time, Precisely By The Clock.