...Genuine pathological openness is about as seductive as Tourette's Syndrome.
We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.
We will, of course, without hesitation use art to parody, ridicule, debunk, or criticize ideologies.
You have to understand, writing a novel gets very weird and invisible-friend-from-childhood-ish. Then you kill that thing, which was never really alive except in your imagination, and you're supposed to go buy groceries and talk to people at parties and stuff.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.