So, this is my small little hole in which to pierce the public media. And I’m not exactly sure why people really need to care about what I have to say. Most probably, you won’t have any need to bother your day with these pages, my odd topics, my stranger grammar, and my sloppy spellings. I guess I just want to be ready. Ready for what? Well, you’ll have to read my book, The End of Human Space. I don’t want to spoil anything, so have at it. I found an odd little thread out in the woods that belonged to the sweater of some very important people. And I kept pulling and tugging. At first because I was just curious. Then because I was bored and had nothing else to do. And then because I was desperate and irrelevant in an economy that values someone who will perfectly fit the bottom line, instead of someone who could push and explore where the top line could go… So I pulled that thread. And pulled. And now we have a bit of an awkward situation: the owners of that sweater are a bit more naked than they might like to be, and I have no idea what might happen.
I don’t mind if you think I’m crazy. I know what I’ve seen and I can respect the fact that no two people can ever have the same experience. I just ask that we respect each other’s space, and have a willingness to work together to get off this rock. Because we can—there’s a back door.