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In endeavoring to write a book about people and humanity in the grander sense, one really has to get to know the subject well. All good artists, whatever their discipline, throw themselves perilously into their work to discover the inner most workings of their subjects. I, warm and philanthropic neighbor, have been no different. Every morning when the sweet fluffy little Robins begin chirping joyfully in the trees, I emerge from my basement to fully embrace the human race. Throwing the curtains open with a dollop of panache approaching abandon, I drink them into my very being.Luckily for me, I possess the rare gift of empathy with my fellow man. Like Mr. Spock of Star Trak fame, I am able to affect a sort of "mind meld" with my fellow man. I can and do become truly one with them. By doing this I can touch and examine their very souls. Their innermost thoughts and feelings are clearly revealed to me. In short, I touch and understand the very core of their beings. Then, after this thorough and deep understanding of my fellow man, I allow myself the usual 15 to 20 minutes I need to recover from the dry heaves, and then I continue with my book.

So, what exactly is this literary undertaking about? This is a book about destroying dreams. To be slightly more specific, your dreams. (Please, there's no need to thank me, I'm more than happy to do it.) This is essentially the dilemma one faces when writing anything about ourselves of our lives in what we refer to as modern society. "Mundis Vult Decipi," is the banner James Branch Cabell's silver stallion carried while riding through the clouds. "The world wants to be deceived," and so it has been from the beginnings of our recorded history to the present day. Laughing Gas at c21bookstore.com