About the book: year / I, the spark of intelligence that is my consciousness, dwell where neither place nor time exists. The objective duration of my life is one hundred and ten years, but judging by my consciousness, I am immortal - the feeling of how I feel can never cease. I am a baby, a child, a young man, and a very decrepit old man dying on clean white sheets. I am all these people at the same time, I have always been them, I will always be them in the place where my mind dwells in the eternal moment, separated from time.. ...