During the preparations and the actual writing of this novel I had to, more than usual pick and choose between what should and shouldn’t be included. The source material is so immense, the potential incidents so numerous that this could just as well have become a novel of a million words, instead of the approximately two hundred thousand. Some technical details had to be left out because of sheer necessity. The sum of the parts, the conclusion of everything, however, is still overwhelmingly obvious. There’s more than enough literature and information, both official and alternative to find out what’s going on. And you don’t really need to read a single word for that, anyway. You just have to look around you, to look at the world as it is, not the way you’re told it is.
I’ve chosen to emphasize the human factor and the prevalent changes we see today and will see tomorrow, no matter what humanity is or is not doing. To grow up in the stone desert’s gray society, is like being constantly on a battlefield. Your senses are slowly, surely drugged and you’re bleeding to death from a thousand small cuts. The current local, national and global society is a tailspin suicide run and it’s not improving but worsening by the minute. It’s getting progressively worse, not better. The world is not improving in any significant way. Humanity takes one step forward, ten leaps backwards.
There is no way this story can be told in a realistic manner. Reality will always, in every way, surpass imagination. The suffering, the violence, the river of blood, the total collapse of the horrible, artificial society we’ve constructed around ourselves, between us and the natural world, is an event without parallel in our history. There is no need to exaggerate the description of the coming decades. We can hardly imagine, far less admit to ourselves what’s coming. This is the farthest I come from reality, without painting a way too rosy picture.
Fire and Ice, Heaven and Hell,
April 1, 1994, July 7, 2004, October 13, 2011, June 20, 2016
(according to western, christian time-frame)
It is no April’s Fool