AlternativePhysics

Many years ago, the serendipity of antigravity fell upon me like a curse. After the wonderful initial euphoria of discovery, the harsh reality of incomprehension, contempt, or worse — condescending and compassionate sufficiency — plunged me into a bitter sadness, almost depression, from which I managed to recover by entering a period of feverish reading of physics and mathematics books and popular science texts, like a feverish Quixote, achieving nothing but new discoveries, strengthening my convictions, and increasing my reputation as a madman.


To avoid the latter, I took refuge in ostracism and intellectual solitude while the idea of the novel as a means of dissemination germinated. And so, necessity created the organ, and the writer that had always been within me — and that I never wanted to be — emerged.


While researching for the book, the gods decided they had not punished me enough, and unexpectedly showed me the Grail that I now wish to share with all my readers.