It Was A Long Time Ago Now.

I Was On The Verge Of Something Numinous And Profound And In One More Second The Universe Was Going To Crack Open And Arcana Would Rain Down On My Head Like Grace And All The Cosmic Mysteries Were Going To Be Revealed.

Because I Write Fiction, I Don't Write Autobiography, And To Me They Are Very Different Things. The First-person Narrative Is A Very Intimate Thing, But You Are Not Addressing Other People As 'i' - You Are Inhabiting That 'i.'

The Beginning Is The Word And The End Is Silence. And In Between Are All The Stories.

Life Wasn't About Becoming, Was It? It Was About Being.

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.