Prologue

Prologue:

We stand at a point in time. A point so sharply present it takes nothing from the past and leaves nothing for the future. Our existence contains countless points in time. Billions upon trillions of moments which never touch or collide and yet in our minds they form a single entity we call our “life.” And in this life we call ourselves human. We walk and talk and breathe and learn and love and eventually we die at a point in time which will contain nothing from the past and not be remembered by the future. Past and future exist only in the mind.  What we do right now would never be if not for our mental rendition of it at some other point in time. Essentially our thoughts combine each moment, each point in time, each blip on the radar of life, into a rendition of what we’ve done. That mental movie, that “human rendition” tells us we were once balancing on a point in time different than the one currently poking into the bottom of our souls.

I wrote the previous paragraph simply to provoke you to thought, what you’re thinking at this very moment I have no idea, but most certainly your thoughts are uniquely yours’. With 179 words I created innumerable different thoughts that I could never hope to conjure up with my own mental ingenuity.   I write this book for one simple reason, and that reason…? It’s simple, give my opinion on a number of different topics and let every reader take my granulated statements and build a unique sand castle shaped by his own thoughts. I will make countless blanket statements supported by nothing but my own ideas. I will state as fact things with no factual basis. I will extrapolate a single statement into a “complete” thought process. I will cut one event into a thousand pieces and then rebuild it however I want and swear it’s the same event I started with. I will judge an individual for one thought they never verbalized but I am absolutely certain they believe. All told, I will probably so things I don’t mean and mean things I never say. I’ll make some people angry and some people smile. If I’m lucky I can do both those things to the same person between this sentence and the back flyleaf. Essentially I will do the same things everybody does every day.  So, get a stout bookmark, maybe one you can bight when you’re angry and forget about when you smile, because I bet my house you won’t finish this book in one sitting.*

         

            One last note, I’ve been known to be sarcastically serious and seriously sarcastic at different times in my life, so depending on your mood feel free to take anything I say seriously or sarcastically. Heck, take them different ways at different times, truth be told I couldn’t care less what you think of me as long as you think along with me. Enjoy.

*At the point in time which I wrote this portion of the book I DO NOT have a house…