This is a book that began life as the vaguest
thread of a simple idea without much of any
real or intentioned substance that might have
given it any real purpose or any perceivable
direction. It is a book about the author’s own
perceptions and ideas about how existence
might still maintain of this life when material
existence no longer has any immediate
relevance for its continuing perpetuation.
It has, however, evolved since that time into a serious exercise in expressive writing
but with the primary emphasis directed always toward literary coloration and an
attempt at imaginative dexterity.
We exist today within a maelstrom of questionable misconceptions that remain
convenient to our particular life moments and to which we all religiously adhere as
the necessary requirement of our accustomed conditioning, with the basic tenet of
que sera enabling us all to more comfortably maintain our daily lives in the manner
that is most fitting to our purpose.
This little effort began as a project based on an entirely hypothetical concept—the
merest product of a rampant imagination. It is in no way intended as a statement
of any of the popular convictions or beliefs that prevail today but is offered instead
simply as a work of fiction and as little else.
It does, however, express the sympathies and inclinations of the writer in the direction
of his own thoughts and of his own suspicions.
We all appear to be comfortable with our own philosophical concepts regarding the
perpetuity of our own existences, and why should that not be the case?
It might be helpful, however, particularly for those seekers of life questions to take
a long look into the eyes of a new born child and explore some of the solutions to
those mysteries that are lying there waiting to be discovered.