interesting. i am only going to respond to this point at the moment, as i am otherwise engaged: have you ever noticed how dostoevsky novels are very much lacking in any sort of romance or intimacy, and heavy on the outburst of anger and histrionic displays? the same can be said of lewis carroll--his work and his life. and kierkegaard--there is an overwhelming depth of emotion in k., but that romantic/intimate aspect is very much absent. the common thread-- temporal lobe epilepsy. interesting that ch'an/zen buddhism is very similar in nature. it always seems to come back to epilepsy (or wittgenstein, or dogs) for me.