So I’ve had enough people read some of my book to realize a couple things.

First, pretty much everyone who reads it says that I’m a quote “good writer.”  Thanks, everyone.  Really.  It’s hard to tell sometimes and get honest feedback.  I had ONE professor in college (a Vietnam vet who taught a class on media interpretations of war) who told me the same thing.   That was really the only encouragement I needed.  Yea, sure, it still took me ten years to actually write a book, but I made it.  And it’s a good read.

The OTHER thing that happens when people read the book is that they stop looking at me the same way they did before they read it.  It’s weird…really weird…my mind is an interesting place.  And I’m not afraid to play with the words a bit.  Which is to say…my book is a mind fuck, and after I’ve mindfucked you…our relationship will most likely change.

No ONE…yet…has read the book in full and asked me honest questions about what it means.  No one.  You might be the first.

The first two people to read it in full had me committed to a mental hospital.  Everyone who has read my “conversation with the Turtle” gets this weird…”my brain just melted”…look on their face.  They look…and I mean this sincerely…dazed and confused after reading it.

Like I said…i’m a good writer…and I write *REAL* philosophy.  You probably haven’t ever read a real philosophy book.  Ludwig Wittgenstein wrote the last one, IMHO, and it mindfucked the world for nearly a hundred years.

The first time I read it…I started doing corrections.