At my age, I had no idea of writing anything, much less a book. But it came to me in many dreams, the same thing: 'Get a big notebook, a pencil, dictionary, eraser, and sit down and start writing.' Well, I did, and it kept coming to my thoughts that the good and evil that were living in the opposite condition of the nonpristine earth, and this is the truth. I still don't know why I wrote it. Maybe this is my destiny because I have two books I am now writing as well.