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Just for the record:
Of course I know the bloody cat was intoxicated and died because there is a rotten smell in all the ruddy room, regardless of me opening the fucking box or not !!!!!!!
I am very pleased because this weekend I wrote a page of my book and I think I have the general idea of where I want it to go. I will write it as a quantum theory metaphor, so that I will scandalize the science world with my retarded relativity and quantum mechanics merged with cheap young reader literature. But thankfully I will not have to deal with an erroneous "wave collapse" concept and consciousness affairs, I think, so the retarded-ness will not be so extreme.
Writing this is demanding a bit of research and some of it is leading to really stupid things of the 'I-make-my-own-reality' type. But I am determined to soak in all those as well, to discern and to question and keep myself interested in the theme of my book. My best motivation has always been a nemesis.