I wrote the greater part of this volume of
metaphysical philosophy during the better part of a wet and windy week in Salthill, Galway, the Republic of Ireland, when my health, bad as it had been back in London, was at an all-time low and every page was an
immense struggle with my physical condition.
Not having systematically undertaken any such project for several years,
I was a little unsure that I would be able to proceed with any confidence
anyway but, as things turned out, my old habits of scrawling in a notebook with
a pen were soon resurrected, and I found, in spite of my poor health, that
ideas came in no short supply – indeed, that the spirit was willing but the
flesh decidedly weakened by illness.
Nonetheless, much of the work turned out to be less of a resume of my
philosophy, including what had already been committed to weblogs
, than an exploration of new territory, in which I had to struggle with a
variety of conflicting possibilities and strive to reach as coherent an
assessment and conclusion as possible.
In retrospect I can say that without subsequent revision back in
John O'Loughlin, London 2008 (Revised 2012)