When I sat down to write my latest book, A Different Kind of Sentinel, I stood on the precipice of utter darkness, until I ran into my soul, one morning. Having been invited up to her room, one, I might add, with an amazing view, I proceeded to have intercourse with her in a way no two human beings ever could.
As I sat there poking around in the fire of my heart’s desires, with a stick, I grew uncomfortable with the feelings I had stirred up. Fearful of letting the beast in me take over, I jabbed the stick, quickly in and out of the coals, before plunging it all the way into the fire and letting go of it.
Gone was the fire that burned between us. Gone, too, were the two of us, for in our place stood, for just an instant, an invincible being of neither sex, before it returned to its former glory as a writer in search of soul.
Such was the nature of my first encounter with soul in years. For is not the ultimate act of love to create consciousness–to free our humanity from the fetters of a purely instinctive response?
To this end, have I dedicated my life and now this book, that you, the reader, might decide to join the fray to save humanity from its self and the destructive side of its animal nature.
I guess this is going to become less actual because of the world financial depression, what do you think?
Nature gives us two choices: we can act like either an unconscious animal or a conscious human being. No matter how poor or how rich we may be, the choice is the same. We can work for our own self-interest or for the welfare of others. Money is nice, but the key here is love. Will we treat others as we would like to be treated?