Monthly Archives: August 2019

It’s getting a bit dark in here.

My spontaneous responses to a series of questions Oprah asks of authors she is considering for her book club:

Q: Finish these sentences: The world needs _______.

A:  A species-thinning plague.  And me.

Q: I believe in _______.

A: Nothing.

Q:  Love is _______.

A:  Always conditional.

Q: I am grateful for _______.

A: My enemies.  They give me something to look forward to.

Q: What is the soul?

A: The human psyche’s delusion created out of the ego’s complete inability to cope with the brutal truth of mortality, that when you die, you cease to exist.  Completely.  On every plane.

N.P.: “Cry Little Sister” – Carfax Abbey