Having much on my mind, many hopes and desires, and a growing assurance that time is not on my side, I turn to you, my readers and – I hope – my new-found friends, to offer a hand. Y’see, my aim is to make the world a little better, a little happier and a bit more decent than the one into which I was born, into which we presently find ourselves. Hence, these notes.
In the coming days and months, you’ll see ideas and speculations about all manner of things; notions, for example, about the foundation of the universe, thoughts on establishing proper government, a proposal for a revolutionary mode of transportation, a plan to harness the power of nature, and a bit of whooptidoodle, because Steinbeck felt a bit of whooptidoodle is important every now and then.
I am, after all, wishing to make my native country and the whole world better. Yours to decide about that, of course; I only have words to harness in my favor. Worked for Winston Churchill, when he sent the English language to war; suppose it might work for me, if only to doodle a whoopti. 1