Oh, I'm Not Just Going Too Far,

Why Did We Become Blind, I Don't Know, Perhaps One Day We'll Find Out, Do You Want Me To Tell You What I Think, Yes, Do, I Don't Think We Did Go Blind, I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.

Some Drivers Have Already Got Out Of Their Cars, Prepared To Push The Stranded Vehicle To A Spot Where It Will Not Hold Up The Traffic, They Beat Furiously On The Closed Windows, The Man Inside Turns His Head In Their Direction, First To One Side Then To The Other, He Is Clearly Shouting Something, To Judge By The Movements Of His Mouth He Appears To Be Repeating Some Words, No One Word But Three, As Turns Out To Be The Case When Someone Finally Manages To Open The Door, I Am Blind.

Everything In This World Can Volunteer Some Reply, What Takes Up Time Is Posing The Questions.

The Possibility Of The Impossible, Dreams And Illusions, Are The Subject Of My Novels.

This Is The Effect Of Panic, A Natural Effect, You Could Say That Animal Nature Is Like This, Plant Life Would Behave In Exactly The Same Way, Too, If It Did Not Have All Those Roots To Hold It In The Ground, And How Nice It Would Be To See The Trees Of The Forest Fleeing The Flames.