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This book includes the author's entire life divided into three parts, Youth, Dictatorship and Freedom, symbolized in the title "Three Seasons of a Life". The contrast is evident, between a life lived in alternation between lost freedom, dictatorship and freedom regained so the reader is surprised and impressed. How is it that a normal life of a young person, open to a promising future, is denied, destroyed and trampled on? From who? But from the same men, in his brothers and in what way? Inhuman, ferocious, bloodthirsty, from a hasty, cruel dictatorship that denies and tramples on all fundamental human rights. But who does not care about freedom and democracy replaced by terror and the consequent wickedness? But here in the end, freedom triumphs and the author can regain lost time, the time that had been overtaken and denied him. The reader is stunned to learn the unlikely facts of an execrable totalitarian system, which set about destroying innocent human forbids.

-Such a weighty tome had working titles including 'The God' , 'Explosions happen all the time anyway' , 'Thank God for Deicide' , and , 'Thank Allah for the Deification process'. This book is renowned in the closest (in mass) 72 Galaxies as for being Top Class, Elite.- The style is, of course, similar to myself earlier, but our Autho(u)r is more EXPerienced, have you been? What, Poisoned? Well...well, Yeah! Several times during the creation of this Bonanza. It is mathmatically dirty, a statistical anomoly in many areas, a rare significant event, considered 'lively' by a nearby neighbouring galaxy. And? it has been likened, by its autho(u)r, recently, to being a burden, a millstone, and the vicious corridors of where our man rests have even witnessed several vague Tolkienesque references, Rings etc and Fingers, a combination of which is that little bit too much to adapt given the reality of the process of transforming the mental into the physical, to wrestle the thought, an abstract nothing to anything else, into being. Above all, this book is difficult to read if you are, like too many, Roger Francis's Enemy. You don't understand and don't even try, so dont try now. Also, don't forget your Potholders.

In journeying along the path of life, each of us encounters different circumstances, events and experiences - which collectively likens us universally to snowflakes, inferring that no two of us are the same. Perhaps, what is the most disturbing facet in this modern world, is the accelerating rate of change, which may develop into an enhancement of the quality of life, but with equal probability is that global deterioration for humankind may overwhelm us all. A number of modern-day great thinkers have given food for thought for such prospects, and in doing so have not insisted that they are prophets or soothsayers. Without doubt, and generally agreed, life is short, life is for the living and life should not be considered a chore of endurance, but rather an unbelievably miniscule opportunity to sample, albeit briefly, the joyous merriment, exaltation and beauty that this unlikely life enables. (your chance of being born is at around 1 in a trillion - think on.....!)

This collection of free verse poetry written in a sentient intellect knows an inviolability of thinking free and imposed, reflecting experiences of breaking consciousness and broken conscience and the fragility of the existential self - the result partly of personal life conflict that ran through my nervous system with long term repercussion - and then of a more tenacious being forging life enhancing clarity in vulnerability and healing.