So Childhood Too Feels Good At First,

I Understand That The World Was Nothing: A Mechanical Chaos Of Casual, Brute Enmity On Which We Stupidly Impose Our Hopes And Fears. I Understood That, Finally And Absolutely, I Alone Exist. All The Rest, I Saw, Is Merely What Pushes Me, Or What I Push Against, Blindly - As Blindly As All That Is Not Myself Pushes Back. I Create The Whole Universe, Blink By Blink.

So Childhood Too Feels Good At First, Before One Happens To Notice The Terrible Sameness, Age After Age.

...ultimately It Come Down To, Are You Making Or Are You Destroying? If You Try Very Hard To Create Ways Of Living, Create Dreams Of What Is Possible, Then You Win. If You Don't, You May Make A Fortune In Ten Years, But You're Not Going To Be Read In Twenty Years, And That's That.

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.

Fiction Does Not Spring Into The World Fully Grown, Like Athena. It Is The Process Of Writing And Rewriting That Makes A Fiction Original, If Not Profound.