Ah, well that's a subject still under observation and discovery. Opus incompletus.
I have lived my life in stages or compartments maybe.
There was childhood which was fairly happy but very restricted and my best memories are of times spent alone.And more than likely being naughty!
Even by the beige standards of the late fifties and the sixties I lived a very sheltered life. I wasn't to awaken properly until I went to college at the end of the Great Decade.Like a man with a bad hangover staggering out of bed late in the day, I awoke only to lurch unsteadily for the couch and lay back down for a decade or so.
I had to grow up in a painful rush, from sweet virgin boy to Drop out Art Student in two years at most.
I gate crashed the next decade, entering the Mind Stream with intensity and abandon.
Then at the close of the seventies came marriage. and another painful transition. metamorphosis into house holder,husband, father.
Lately all that has been transformed yet again, and I am a