A Conflict Begins And Ends In The

… That Sour Blend Of Loneliness And Lust For Recognition, Shyness And Extravagance, Deep Insecurity And Self-intoxicated Egomania, That Drives Poets And Writers Out Of Their Rooms To Seek Each Other Out, To Rub Shoulders With One Another, Bully, Joke, Condescend, Feel Each Other, Lay A Hand On A Shoulder Or An Arm Round A Waist, To Chat And Argue With Little Nudges, To Spy A Little, Sniff Out What Is Cooking In Other Pots, Flatter, Disagree, Collude, Be Right, Take Offence, Apologise, Make Amends, Avoid Each Other, And Seek Each Other’s Company Again.

I Follow The Way People Change. I Follow The Way People, Who Are Very Antagonized To One Another Become Very Close To One Another And Vice-versa. Sometimes I Follow The Way People Who Are Intimately Close To Each Other Move Apart. This Is My Business As A Novelist. It Is Not About Positions And Ideas.

Words Create Conceptions And Self-conceptions And Ultimately Nations. They Can Start And Stop Wars. They Can Would And Heal. Choosing Words Carefully Is A Moral Responsibility.

I Am An Old Man And I Have Seen Things Get Revoked. Things Which Looked Very Irrevocable.

The Old Testament Is Full Of Poetry, Prophecies, Chronicles, Documentations, Storytelling, Fairytales.