"Some say that while little of consequence occurs without plenty of elbow grease, fine literary art may largely be involuntarily, composed of concepts and visions, which seem to unexpectedly bubble-up from the writer’s subconscious, to then be transcribed on paper or on a laptop; but, I can assure you that no such inspiration occurred in the writing of this rambling nonsense, nor does this scribble remotely qualify as any form of ‘legitimate art.’ Although, I’d like to tell you that this mare’s nest of chaotic inky/digital prattle is true, or at least based on truth, not one iota of these ten books are factual. Please realize that this is an extremely disorganized helter-skelter of an opus, without the usual overpriced editor, to scrap-off the painful barnacles, and sand it smooth, nor have I taken the time to apply a shiny new coat of paint. Moreover, these ten books are virtually overflowing with too many boring redundancies and confusing unnecessary segues, so if you’re the kind of intelligent reader, who enjoys a non-repetitious train of coherent reason, the following is not for you."