The Author’s Note Prior To Writing The Series:

Thank you, society, for encouraging me to produce this discordant discourse on the origins of your present day beliefs. I might’ve much preferred to live in a cave, like those happy fools did prior to when the subsequent, impulsive conversations are supposed to have begun. However, you demanded, with the wayward manifesto of a Mafioso, that I become a “big boy,” a taker, like you. Thank you, for preventing me from ever knowing what kinds of altruistic contributions I might’ve made had you not provoked me so persistently.

If Bertrand Russell were alive today, I would thank him for writing The History Of Western Philosophy, which will serve as my guide.

To the diligent historian, if you might discover this collection of garbage, which I am about to amass – I ask that you forgive me in advance for time traveling from pile to pile; some items will certainly be misplaced or blended together. It is not my intention to obscure history – but to reveal the enigmatic ancestry of an individual’s personality and beliefs.

Irrelevant Discourse With An Immortal Nobody will be written as a duologue, and I do not intend it to be absurdist nor deliberate in tone. I know that I suggested some “intention” in the above paragraph, but I meant nothing by it. The “Immortal Nobody” is immortal for no deliberate reason – and will have spoken exchanges with random, historically irrelevant people starting from the days of Ancient Greece  – for no deliberate reason. The “Immortal Nobody” is not intended to represent me – nor bear likeness to me in present day society whatsoever.

Society, again, Thank You, and if you don’t end up enjoying Irrelevant Discourse With An Immortal Nobody, then you are welcome to kiss my ass. That being said, hopefully, we will all find it interesting enough to forgo such a backbreaking and demeaning exchange.

Call me “lazy,” call me “human,” but don’t call me if you are looking for answers, and please do not call me a Cynic until you have listened to our Immortal Nobody shoot the shit through the Classical Period.

Spasibo,

Christo Clochard L