I just wanted to announce I will begin posting my entire novel chapter by chapter to my blog very soon free of charge. Now is not a time to charge for art or to sit on it. I wanted to do a line and proof edit and had a big launch day planned, but none of that seems important right now. Here is my novel’s epilogue. Although it won’t spoil the ending, I figured the ending was more important than the beginning right now. Anyway, back to work. Look out for chapter 1 very soon.
L’Epilogue est Sans Issue
Novelty is a weakened form of fear and that’s why so many of us inadvertently slip into the safety of habit. But when habit guides your life, your brain lacks significant mile markers to lynchpin your memory to and years blur into oblivion. Nevertheless, in the face of fear—even a mild form like novelty, your memory is jolted into logging every moment meticulously for self-preservation. It’s why time seems to slow during a bungee jump, a car accident, or even in a moment of awe, but in fact life is not slowing down, your brain is just making more note of it. So this was how we “hacked time”; we microdosed on fear in order to keep our brains engaged in being alive and to keep the years from slipping down the shoots of habit.
But in the process, we also discovered novelty does much more. It also helps build an immunity to unjustified fear, the fear that plays our own primitive instincts against us under the banner of self-preservation, the one that tells us to choose familiarity in education, politics, employment, social circles, beliefs, and morals, all while looting life and truth right out from beneath us. To me, it’s life’s greatest irony. Although we’ve been wired with fear for survival, unfettered, it’s also our greatest threat. But perhaps novelty is humanity’s vaccine for not letting its insanity cannibalize itself. From the looks of things lately, it sure looks like we need a vaccine. However, looks can be deceiving without scale, and the scale of history gives me hope.
Many people don’t realize how far we’ve come since the time we were animals, but our reptilian brains still manage to lead us astray colossally at times. But like the drunkards around me, humanity has always taken a Hegelianistic approach to progress, teetering from thesis to antithesis to eventually synthesis once the better parts of our brain beat back those reptilian ones—let’s just hope they don’t decide on the nuclear option first.
Speaking of that, the newscasts have been apocalyptic lately. It’s been raining in Southern California for three days now and every television screen at the bar is filled with images of the deluge now that the sports games are over. Floods, mudslides, power outages, idiots in cars being swept away at water crossings; I pretend to watch, but my mind is elsewhere.