The Only Truly Alien Planet Is Earth.

For The Sake Of My Children And Grandchildren, I Hope That The Human Talent For Self-destruction Can Be Successfully Controlled, Or At Least Channelled Into Productive Forms, But I Doubt It. I Think We Are Moving Into Extremely Volatile And Dangerous Times, As Modern Electronic Technologies Give Mankind Almost Unlimited Powers To Play With Its Own Psychopathology As A Game.

I Wanted To Rub The Human Race In Its Own Vomit, And Force It To Look In The Mirror.

Medicine Was Certainly Intended To Be A Career. I Wanted To Become A Psychiatrist, An Adolescent Ambition Which, Of Course, Is Fulfilled By Many Psychiatrists.

Even One's Own Home Is A Kind Of Anthology Of Advertisers, Manufacturers, Motifs And Presentation Techniques. There's Nothing 'natural' About One's Home These Days. The Furnishings, The Fabrics, The Furniture, The Appliances, The Tv, And All The Electronic Equipment - We're Living Inside Commercials.

So He Left The Lagoon And Entered The Jungle Again, Within A Few Days Was Completely Lost, Following The Lagoons Southward Through The Increasing Rain And Heat, Attacked By Alligators And Giant Bats, A Second Adam Searching For The Forgotten Paradises Of The Reborn Sun.