I am 61. But feel 16. I am learning a new language. The world is in a total mess. I am in trouble with the law. I am head-over-heels in love with the woman in my life. Sometimes I have so much energy inside me it feels like it will burst my body. However right now I am taking advantage of the rain to lay in bed and recover from the muscular strain of lugging huge timber beams and shifting barrow-loads of soil. I am reading the auto-biography of Don Felder. We are slowly shifting to a bucosmic existence. I have unearthed The Secret of the Universe (see my books) and am about to uncover The Secret of Life (which may or may not be inserted within the pages of my next book). That leaves one more part of the mystic triangle to be put into place before my final transition. I am at the beginning of a new life, just as confused and wowed as any 16 year-old. My new novel P will appear at some point in the near future.

Well you are clearly in a better place than 99 pct of the rest of the world. I’m 64 and feel about 80 at the moment. So I envy you.
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