End Of The World Maybe

About the Book

One part of this book (Ω) is thoughts, musings, observations, impressions, opinions and conclusions about our times and other times with which we live daily in varying states of reaction to existence as portrayed on radio, TV, news papers, computers and word of mouth.

In varying ways, also, we try to handle information which pours into us daily in matters of love and hate, happy and sad, peace and war, right and wrong, good and bad, rich and poor, and myriad other pairs of complexities we have no idea why they exist. In fact we know almost nothing about almost everything, while facing the fact we can never know the why of existence.

Captain Valentina Tomarevskaya, MD Russian Army, Moscow. WW2, 1945.

A long, short love story. My doctor in Moscow I never should have left. An accident in the skies over Germany brought me to Moscow two months after several hospitalizations from the accident. After meeting doctor Valentina, and on the way to Odessa on a train for my exiting of Russia, I wanted to desert the Air Force, become a communist and stay with Valentina forever. The USA balked at that idea.

Besides, I was trying to die of Rheumatic Fever—no Penicillin in Russia. War is Hell: doctor patient sharing tears at separation—so sad. It’s as if it happened yesterday.

The successful fine arts painter writes a book, influenced no doubt by Gauguin who kept repeating in his book he was not a writer but a painter. Painters as visionaries do have something to say about the state of their world which provides them with a wealth of images real and abstract to capture for preservation of vital connections to that world. Painting with paint, words and pixels—usually all the same processes to emphasize the nature of a singular powerful need in human life—success in the pursuit of beauty which is an inexplicable mystery.