Platonia is many things, it is a timeless place where time is an illusion and all possibilities are real. It exists in a computer recalling a vanished past, in a world of eighty foot tall plush purple cuddly gods, of wisecracking appliances, of a ship a hundred years far but a billion years old. It is about surfing the universe, of elves in the night, of sexy flowerpots, and monsters under the bed. It is about men, and machines, and dimensions of the mind. It is about God, and angels, and life itself. It also is about the devil.

And it starts with one man awaking from a bad dream.

OK , so what’s this all about?

The world is full of nonsense, and if you take it seriously, and to its ultimate implication, nonsense becomes absurdity. Bad psychology has a way of becoming bad politics, bad religion, bad science, and bad art. Just open the newspaper and you see my point. But to really illustrate this, you need a mind experiment or two. Actually you need plenty of mind experiments. Toss in modern physics, which demonstrates how even our common sense ideas of time and space are absurd, and you’ve got enough material to boggle even a Jonathan Swift, who three hundred years ago was nearly alone in his estimate of the bad psychology, politics, religion (actually, you name it!) of his time. This is a Swiftian novel. Not great literature necessarily, but maybe its great irony. Only time will tell.

Each of these chapters is integrated into the story, yet may be appreciated as separate stories unto themselves. The first volume, indexed already on this site, should be finished in a year. It will be followed by two more volumes that will be entirely different in content and tone. I’ll be adding one chapter every two weeks, time and patience and weather permitting.