At this point, I am further back from you than ever before on that dusty road we travel. I can barely identify the Ken I think I know far ahead of me. I must go back and read your earlier records of this journey, which I have not done. Your understanding of the Moss materials far exceeds mine. I haven’t yet finished his first book I’ve begun (The Boy Who Died ….).
At this point I do not know if I have the mind equipped to come near you. For me, this is an exploration in an exotically strange world.
At least I will have glimpsed it from afar, still wondering about its reality for me.
Thank you for inviting me into one of the most mind warping journeys I’ve not even imagined.