Surely, I can t be wrong about everything. My dark, satirical mindset also displays light which, hopefully, can prevail. Therefore, I feel compelled to write maybe a powerful read and a unique insight into an unusual mind! Where does a story start? One might say at the beginning, but that would take an inordinate amount of time. Frankly, there s so much material, but it s best to keep it concise and not put down a stream of consciousness virtuosity. My book navigates an ordered chaos of tragedy, trauma, mental health, despair, lust, love, and maybe hope. It s a raw ride within the heavens of the Alps with Dante s Hell lurking in the shadows, and then the Moon rises, illuminating with dazzling luminosity, alluringly beautiful, and I ask my Lupina, my Cressida, my everything, Dov la Luna? and she raises her small hand, pointing lovingly!