This may be a normal occurrence for most people, but it just hit me that I'm reading the words of a dead man. A man was once alive, thinking, and writing and now that he's dead, it seems like the closest communication from beyond the grave if you steer clear of the ouiji boards. Yes, I know, I know, you're thinking, "So what? We read books all the time written by someone who's probably dead by now. So what?". The answer is, I don't know. It's like when you've used a word all your life and suddenly it tastes odd on your tongue and you realise that it really makes no sense and is a really odd word. It just hits you, for no reason at all.