Dear Cyndy,

As always, I have no choice but to write down what's
on my mind in real time, because an hour later, for
better or worse, it will have been displaced. Such
procrastination would wipe the slate clean, and leave
me with no thoughts at all. 

You commented on my style. The notes to which I send 
you URL's, when they are prefixed with "d" are nominal
diary entries, not addressed to anyone in particular,
but written to record for possible later reconsideration,
thoughts that have just occurred to me. Notes prefixed
with "f" are drafts for pages in the novel, when prefixed
with "e", they are revisions of such drafts in English.
Notes with the suffix ".html" are formatted versions for
posting on my website.

When I write to you, I strive to be aware of your thoughts
and feelings, to the extent that I understand, and I try
to formulate my thoughts so as not to embarrass or offend
you. I often find it difficult to make myself clear. It
may or may not be the experiences of my Protestant (Lutheran)
childhood, that caused my protagonist Jonathan Mengs,
in Chapter 1 of Die Andere, declare that with his emphasis
on the Word (of God), Martin Luther turned religion into
the study of literature and turned the study of literature
into a religion. That in retrospect has turned out to be
my experience and suggests an answer to your question, for
whom am I writing?  My novels are addressed to the journal
club of the Angels, who, as I understand, to inhibit global
warming, no longer incinerate unwanted submissions but have
them recycled.

Of the two Biblical references in my recent notes, one,
Chapter 53 of Isaiah, was to the Bible; the other John 18:37,
to the New Testament. I've never had occasion to parody Isaiah's
verses. I conclude from them that our efforts to distinguish
good from evil are often, if not always unsuccessful. cf