Chapter 1 

In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth

At that time I had no desire to find out the constituent matter or what made up the universe. I could sense the physicists were quite wrong and had concocted ideas based on an initial fallacy but that was neither here nor there with me. It was something. It wasn’t God. It was but it wasn’t. I didn’t know. Nothing told me it was so. Nothing told me it wasn’t so. The physicists had plucked off the top layer but there were many layers to go and surprises to be met.

In these spaces the emotions are clean and thorough. It is not a mystery why we weep. And laughter is our finest guide.





David Eide
January 24, 2014