This is a book in progress, with a beginning but no end

For a long time I've wanted to write a book.

For every conversation has it's limits in time, and each is interrupted, ultimately. And there is a yearning to continue to deepen, include other conversations that you missed, ultimately to satisfy a need to communicate.

Selfishly, I need to take your thoughts, desires, fascinations, anger, ideas and laments and to make them my own, and reflect them back to you in larger integrities, and ambitiously within a whole. I need to include my ear for the voices of the world, but also those solitary ruminations, my own creative syntheses, where all these conversations have been drawn out in my mind. The selfish part is to be the appropriator of a mountain of human experiences, with honesty that I delve to be fair to perspectives, but without offering as sacrficice my perspective as a subject, without offering a promise of objectivity. As such, there is at heart an attempt at truth as far as I am able of that which is recorded fact, yet the deeper truths are in the meanings. Subjectivity is often derided and things which are deemed subjective all to weigh the same, next to nothing. Yet subjectivity that arises out of a yearning to understand reality, a tortuous and uncompromising yielding to truth, an an identification of subject as a container of truths only found through this bouyancy of striving and yielding, and finally arriving at way-stations, disappearing, being broken apart, returning, recollecting, creating, listening and telling and yet imagining and contemplating, using and experiencing, working and resting, taking apart and building and giving up and giving back and relenting to humour, returning to humility and silence - therein lies truth. This is not fiction or non-fiction precisely, yours is the task to take it for what it is, judge for yourself, use what you need, find pleasure, find your tension between mystery and discovery, ground and sky.

This book does not have an end. It has a beginning. This is a Dunia Sutra, a thread of the world. It begins as the world does. Today, with the Big Bang, everything in between, it starts tomorrow.

As I write in the blog a date will appear with the post. Do not assume historical accuracy of the time of writing. It will be edited, parts will be shifted, dates arranged in terms of the composition. Accuracy will be there when needed. I need artistic license to tell this story. The dates will remain part of the composition, and part of the story.

I am writing it as a blog, partly so you can find an unfolding drama, mystery and ideas you need as we go, you can comment and offer me suggestions. I do not care about publishers, all this work is copyright as my own. The other reason is my impatience. I would find it onerous to work away at this book on my own word processor waiting for the improbable day of finishing before revealing it. This way the task is divided up, day by day, and each day I publish.

thank you for reading, don't steal my work, and see you tomorrow.

be good.