Book on book

Will anyone ever read this? If there is life in blog-read world, then leave a comment so I know that the lonesome reader exists out there in cyberspace. But what of it? Like other bloggers I'll probably use some of this stuff as material for a book in its own right. Thus a blog started at the behest of those suggesting publicity methods for first book may be the making of another. Thus book generates book, like Woody Allen's films churned out in an endless quest to fight neurosis by work therapy. Yet every now and then will still stop and wonder at the miraculous nature of it all - life in all its facets. Those long-legged wasps sailing up to the roses in the spring garden just now, sun illuminating numerous species of insect flitting to and fro, each with its own agenda. Cat a majestic sentinel by the bush, her ears swivelling to follow the numerous stimuli - cars here and there, children, lawn-mower some gardens away, voices conversing, bees buzzing. No wonder her radar is a bit confused. And all the while that cute little brain weighing up the possibilities of the different sounds until she makes a decision on where to move. Yes, and the eternal mystery of consciousness - to be savoured like a succulent fruit. Thus soon will I turn abew to my philosophical texts - McGinn is not bad at all - he and Baars maybe the most readable of the lot. Though Searle, Penrose and Llinas ain't bad either, Johnnie. I hardly knew ya. All those nice comments following mine in the condolence book and the photo looking so fine, characteristic grin, suave and gently mocking, had prompted many to address J in the 2nd person, as well they might.