All At Nothing . .

Fellows. This is a lightly edited but sufficiently organized collection of various prose works, including two poems, mostly but not all written in the last year. A great many are philosophical diatribes, meanderings; there is musicality tho. And in some places a damned good argument to make. This is the book I should have written when I started talking about GOD. These are of course informal prose reveries, and in no way can I claim to have a proper grasp of reason [which would be, for the heft of the subjects involved, a vigorous hold]. But this is me thinking at my best, I believe. A great amount of it. And perhaps here there is something astounding. Read if you dare. It's quite a piece of work. Sincerely, D.C DeMarse