I abstract everything to such an extent that what I’ve read is almost like a part of me I have trouble separating like this.

There are many things I’ve read but never talk about. I mean, I was a Jehovah’s Witness growing up, and quite an active one. I’ve read the bible many times, along with most of the numerous publications. I know more than most witnesses; enough that no witnesses want to talk to me about it because there is nothing they could say that I am unaware of on the subject. I’m smart enough to know that objective reasoning with a belief system is completely counter productive and pointless. I have never spoken out against it publicly or been labeled apostate or anything like that. I was to the point of reading various direct transcriptions of Aramaic texts and looking for deeper contextual meanings. It is not something I really care to talk about, and I’m a bit rusty with a lot of other stuff on my mind since, but I can spar on the subject if something got me motivated enough to try. I simply talk about the things that are a part of me, and that part of me was a dead end I left behind when I found the end of the road.

The Saga of Pliocene Exile / Galactic Milieu series by Julian May. The best sci-fi books I’ve ever read for world-building and plot. Written in the '90s, hardly anyone remembers them, despite their success at the time.