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There Is A Certain Solipsism To Serious Illness Which Claims All Of One's Attention As Certainly As An Astronomical Black Hole Seizes Anything Unlucky Enough To Fall Within Its Critical Radius.

There Is A Fullness And Calmness There Which Can Come Only From Knowing Pain.

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.

But I Think, And Hope, That The Novels Can Be Understood And Enjoyed As Science Fiction, On Their Own Terms.

Pain And Darkness Have Been Our Lot Since The Fall Of Man. But There Must Be Some Hope That We Can Rise To A Higher Level ... That Consciousness Can Evolve To A Plane More Benevolent Than Its Counterpoint Of A Universe Hardwired To Indifference.