I am a devotee of all well-written literature and my tastes are quite eclectic, but as a writer, I gravitate to that which has been taboo or ridiculed, or just simply dismissed as ‘insane’. Why? When I was about eight or nine years old, I asked a simple question of my R.E. (Religious Education/Indoctrination) teacher. ‘If God made everything, what made God?’ My answer? Slapped legs. The best thing that ever happened to me. From that moment on I questioned EVERYTHING that came with threat, force, or violence. My quest now? The true origins of humankind. What, or who made us so different . . . alien . . . from every other creature on this beleaguered rock we call home? The improbable and impossible are merely undiscovered facts.

The genius of Da Vinci, Asimov, Wells, Clarke, Miller, and a host of other great imaginators initiated much of the technological advances Mr. Fence and his cohorts have corrupted over the last Century. Gene Roddenberry, the creator of Star Trek, captivated millions of young minds with his communication devices – we now call them mobile phones. Without a hypothesis, there can be no advancement of any kind. And to think that only a few centuries ago, such creative scholars would have been condemned to burn at the stake for daring to challenge the omnipotent intellectual reserve of God. Currently, there are only seven scientific ‘truths’ regarding time, space, matter, and existence. All science fiction and fantasy literature revolve around them. And until another Copernicus or Einstein uncovers an eighth – Steven Hawking’s theories may well be in the running – science fiction will continue to regurgitate the same philosophies, albeit in an infinite variety of guises.

I wonder what impossible imaginings will be commonly known fact two or three centuries hence. And, conversely, what commonplace facts we accept today will be revealed incorrect? My particular fascination is inner space; the machinations of the human mind. So little is actually known about the psyche; it is still very much shrouded in conjecture. Why do we use so little of our huge brain? Is it somehow genetically locked? Should we be able to access the power so far denied us, or have we a lot more evolving to do? Or have we simply been prevented from accessing the catalyst that reveals who and what we really are? And if that’s the case, who is doing the preventing and why?

Intrigued? Let’s begin at the beginning; it’s as good a place as any . . .