The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

There are questions concerning Thy Soul’s Immensity that I just can’t answer because to do so would be to push the boundaries of where I want to go in my life. Everything we author has a possibility of final purpose. To follow these lengths to the point of obsessing on them is to sell yourself short. The final resting place aside, authors must resist the urge to disappear into their works forever. In some ways, an author must hold on to himself and steady himself or herself. The author must allow that a character may have inhabited some part of their being, but that the sad parts do not need to be literalized by that function of the mind that addresses how much adrenaline we feel in a course of a day. We need not live our lives in the parallels that we had discovered in fiction. We must release ourselves from the bonds of perfection and lapse gracefully into the mysterioso of grand Life. For this reason I proclaim that there is an end to Thy Soul’s Immensity and leave it at that.