Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.

Think Of A Field Of Daisies: They Bloom, They Wither, And In The Spring They Grow Again. Who Wants To See The Same Stupid Daisy Year After Year, Especially With A Bunch Of Crappy Iron-lung-type Equipment Bolted To It?

It's Soothing To Realize That My Mind's Processes Are Inherently Uncontrollable.

When I See An Old Movie, Like From The ’40s Or ’50s Or ’60s, The People Look So Calm. They Don’t Have Smartphones, They’re Not Looking At Computer Screens, They’re Taking Their Time. They’ll Sit In A Chair And Just Stare Off Into Space. I Think Some Day We’ll Find Our Way Back To That Garden Of Eden.

Electronic Distribution Is More Of A Fall-back Strategy For Putting Out A Book That Isn't Deemed Profitable Enough To Print. You Hardly Make Any Money Publishing An Electronic Book.

If All Else Fails, There's Always Print Or Web Zines.