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I would write another book about my life if it meant something to people the way it once did. People made a guest appearance in my life, but the memories are priceless. I remember total strangers from centuries ago who simply smiled at me. They all know the intimate details of my lonely life. I tolerate the worst in them, and I overlook the worst in them. It is not because I am blind. I can not change people the way I change my own mind.
My eyes before the digital age were bright with the gift of life in the summer of life as a native of Rhode Island. Now there is nothing but an echo that is returned by the barrier of the bizarre. The bizarre explains the meaning of life. In essence, life is truly bizarre no matter what church we build around the seasons.
I always have great hope in the future of mankind. There is something so strange about the future. I always believe I make it with my right brain, but I truly look back with my left brain. I'm a right brain thinker. The meaning of life grows on me as I analyze myself, as if I am living in a waking dream.
There are so many coincidences in the cosmos I had to create a place where I have coincidence control. On a very rare occasion I share the freak occurrence of attraction when I meet someone's mind. It is a freak occurrence in my life. What else but a gateway to the summer of the world I love in language. The world that was in the land of my foremost memories.
In the future, what we dream at night will become our waking reality. As bizarre as our dreams can be, they are true; even if they never happened. Fact is stranger than fiction. I can tell you because I know. I wore the coat of many colors. I find my own redemption on the shores where the waves wash my dreams like bottles that become my window to your soul.