By this point in M. Sanista’s life, he was the type of person who never left his house except to buy groceries and remove garbage, which he did late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. If he had any neighbors with small children, they would undoubtedly assume he was a vampire. However, Sanista had no neighbors. That’s the way he liked it.
In his world there was him, his publisher, his books, and his typewriter. What else need there be?

This is precisely why Portent felt the need to intervene.

Yes, so Sanista was a hermit. Until he saw the Birth. After that, he felt the undeniable connection that exists between all living, all existing things. Sanista began to see the world for what it was. A wonder.
And so, contradictory to what his birth certificate may say, Sanista’s life began at that moment when the eyes of his soul were opened.

The man opened the second volume of the trilogy, entitled The Life, and caught up on the life of the world he’d just realized he belonged to.