Greetings, Saints. I wrote this ZWTF while sitting on a futon in Sao Paulo, Brazil listening to loud jazz music wafting up from the lower floor of an adjoining apartment building. I know it's long, but damn is it good. 

Don't let the common language throw you off. Truly, this is a classic—and I'm trying to be as humble as possible. I learned the things spelled out in this paper through a combination of thirty years of Scripture study and seven years of hard knocks. 

 

Drink it from bottom to top. 

 

Yours from the peninsula, 

 

Martin

 

Martin