Ricky Martin has some good tunes: livin la vida loca

He’s into science fiction, he’s really not very sane

He’s got a lie detector that cures all kind of pain,

He’ll make you take his courses and claim to cure the lame

He’ll make you think all kinds of stuff until you believe the claim

And you’ll never be the same


Madman fantacist

Livin la Vida L Ron

you know you can’t resist

livin la Vida L Ron

His enemies are on a list

livin la Vida L Ron

your family won’t be missed livin la vida L Ron

David’s progress report continued.

Unknown to himself, God was pointing a gun to his head but, since the gun, it’s trigger and the will to pull it, all consisted of the same eternal substance or at least we’re inextricable concepts within the same thought – this was an attempted action destined to fail. I though maybe one day God would pull the trigger and wondered what would become of the trigger, the gun and the will. Would it leave behind nothing but a smoking pistol for which there would no longer be any will to use, or would this action make him whole again to embrace the meaninglessness of inexplicable existence.

I suppose in seeing God as the line madman ( with no one to understand him but himself) bent on autodestruction, I subconsciously saw the synthesis of my own former self destructive, maybe even self-hating past and my

(This is in the preface of the first book – to be continued at a future date).


David’s progress report. Only understood 8 years after he wrote it!

I saw that despite the human desire to be one with God, God was not at one with himself – he longed for death but being begotten not made could not end and could not end his loneliness. Instead through a process of inscape and escape he generated a fantasy – investing himself, investing ourselves (or at least the parts of us that are him) in a multitude of life.

He invented a game, perhaps a lie with his other half. God is not good, the devil is not bad, they are separate faces of the same coin – the same being but multi-faceted and they both personify different ways of playing the game and ending the loneliness.

The game represented a drive towards the total disintegration of the mono into the polly and was a catalyst to provide separate identities which could understand each other.

Unknown to himself, God was pointing a gun to his head…….