My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'

A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.

We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing.

The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.

One thing I've found that I can do that I really enjoy is rereading my own writing, earlier stories and novels especially. It induces mental time travel, the same way certain songs you hear on the radio do ... the whole thing returns, an eerie feeling that I'm sure you've experienced.

Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.