I believe we have followed the wrong gods home. The rape of the Earth’s elements. The razing of the fi elds and forests. The slaughter of the animals. The pollution of the air and water. The abuse of fi re and electricity. Etc. It is not enough to change our behavior. We have to develop the consciousness of our race. That is what I attempt to do in this book. We have to be ready, willing and able to walk away from the superstitious masquerade. I sign up for challenges, struggles, fear and even schizophrenia. I have been enlightened as to the diffi culty factor of existence. No, reality is not what I, or anybody for that matter, would naturally dream it is. I have known all my life that reality is harsh and stark. I routinely feel strained and drained. I don’t try to escape the abyss, but to work, cope and prove myself in it. Everything is relative to how hard you try. No, I don’t have popular messages and waves. But my orientation and perspective are for real. Many people will recognize themselves in the mirror of my writing. Interpret it as you will, the truth is subjective. I am trying to open the door to the vision, behavior and speech that will make love and life on Earth a success.
I could have written stories, fables, anecdotes, etc., like so many authors have. But when I am reading fiction, I often wish I knew what the author was really trying to say. I didn’t want a long distance runaround. Rather I wanted the plain and simple directions to the destination s/he had in mind. I don’t believe the genius is in the details, but in getting the message across. So I wrote down what I know, not what my imagination could spin or weave with it. I tried to be clear and to stay on the subject. I tried to be lyrical, heavy and familiar. In this book, A Schizophrenic’s Notes, I often write about inner space, and the risks inherent to connecting with others, or of failing to connect with others, with our inner space. As much as I would have liked to have given the reader a handle or steering wheel to hold on to, that didn’t happen. I certainly don’t have a handle. One of my favorite lines in my writing is a Buddhist one, “The way that can be described isn’t the Way.”