San Juan

From my home in San Juan, a lovely sector of central Tibas, situated just north of San Jose, Costa Rica, while the candle flickers I commence the writing of these varied glimpses. Warning! What you are about to read are personal memoirs! They are much to do about “self.’ They amount to a large group of random thoughts, sporadic observations. I always feel I am somehow supposed to write my thoughts down – what a big ego I must have – because (I like to think that) if you put them all together, they form a loose-knit way of seeing the world. They are a part of my worldview. Everyone has one of these – what’s your view of the world look like? I am going to be a world philosopher when I grow up, you see. That is what my intention is, since I have always been preoccupied with how to see things, how to process things. How odd is life anyway. That’s why my interest in philosophy – to figure out the oddness of life. Normally, I think philosophy can be pretty dry and boring. But, for me, it’s terribly exciting. .In this book, what you are about to delve into will resemble the form of an ongoing story. It will consist of a sequence of six weeks of shadows and lights (i.e. days and nights).
After that time, wherever I am at with it, I will stop, and simply and abruptly start to write another book about something else I know not what. Here though, I will (I suspect) be sharing with you a series of ideas, dreams, fears, logical thoughts, illogical thoughts, wonderings, wanderings and general psychobabble. I say that because I intend to impart thoughts and ideas about whatever might be in my ongoing existence in being. This could be anything, I assure you.as of course it could be for anyone. Exactly what will appear in the pages that represent the next six weeks of my life, I do not have any idea – that, for me, is going to be much of the fun of writing it!