Transparent Enigma

About the Book

I make no claims to proficiency in writing (errors abound, self-editing notwithstanding), greater insight to reality than most, or in any way a superior intellect. But the" why?" of existence has burned in my mind since I was a youngster even as I enjoyed life's many gifts and probably appeared to others that those questions were not a source of torment and delight since I rarely expressed my thoughts on such matters. I 'm a widowed father of three spirited young adults, a physician by profession, and prior to my wife's passing would have described my interest as those in line with a “Jockish Nerd " , and Closet Theist . I was very "Touchy”, but not to "Feely" and enjoyed the, to a significant degree, detached introverted state of mind necessary for Mathematical / Scientific reasoning. I rarely wrote( the exception being professional requirements, which for the most part were scripted, fragmented and redundant) , finding it very difficult to do so on any topic , and besides Pop songs and forced readings during High School and College, did not read or listen to poetry(and still do not read poetry).I read non-fiction . Exposure to fiction occurs almost exclusively via movies. During this period of grieving ,it became second nature to write in rhythmic fashion(I was recently informed that it's called Iambic Pentameter ) , at one point flowing out of me as natural as a cascade ; water exposed to a gravitational field , without repulsive force , to change a course compelled, by unremitting source , subconsciously endorsed(See what I mean). Until my wife's illness and death I could not experience the qualia of an artist need of expression, I understood it only in the abstract, and like most humans enjoyed the myriad of expressive forms their endeavors produced. I consider these writings as nothing more than the expression one grieving soul's/mind's /heart's method of coping and mending.

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