"And your oath? To right wrongs, to punish the wicked…?" "The longer I lived the more difficult it became to determine what was a wrong and who was w… - Roger Zelazny

Life is seldom so pivotally crisis-conditioned a thing as novelists would have us believe. While it is true that we sometimes recover from shocks with a sense of the freshness of reality and the wonder of existence, this state of mind does pass away—and fairly rapidly, at that—leaving both reality and ourselves untransfigured once more.

All of these things considered, it is not surprising that one can detect echoes, correspondences and even an eternal return or two within the work of a single author. The passage of time does bring changes, yea and alas; but still, I would recognize myself anywhere.

Any human experience should be describable and interpretable—by a good enough writer.