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208 pages, Hardcover
First published May 14, 2002
I am who I am because of serotonin, because of norepinephrine, because dopamine courses in rich, dark deluges through my brain. I am who I am because billions of cells click and stutter, thus giving rise to chemical yet utterly invisible thing we call imagination, and my imagination which flaotas above my head like a cartoon bubble, but no, more beautiful than that, like the bubbles blown from a soap wand, my imagination creates and constructs and every construct is true... my history manufactured from the dense physiology where the spirit and gray matter meet; I have no need for history. I come from everywhere. I come from nowhere. I am radically free. I am empty.