Une nouvelle analogie

I am an alchemist, the father of science, the death of us all. I am the real root of science. I am an erotic science. I am deeply involved with buried aspects of reality, from novel to film and back again.
Rain is copulation. The sexual activity of man is an energy-to-matter conversion. Mineral formations are sexual crystal trysts. The creation of the world was a sexual activity. I am an alchemist. I can remember love affairs of chemicals and stars, romances of stones, fertility in fire. I am an alchemist.
On the other hand, maybe I am only showing you the soft underbelly of a stealing tide of nostalgia. Maybe I need a new analogy.
I am a science-fiction writer, the mother impregnator of dreams. I reflect culture. Culture reflects me. Why are both of these statements true ?

“Who was the first oscar to win a negro ?”
Craig Strete

Il nous faut encore sans doute une nouvelle analogie…