Island is a narrative that sets the stage. It lays out some of the key parts of my thought journey that led me to an understanding of biosity, which in turn led to bioism. In it I grapple overtly with existentialism, very overtly. It seems to me that this struggle is unavoidable if one is to overcome the fundamental darkness, ignorance, in which all of us native to the 20th century were born. Be that as it may, the death rattle of existentialism was the air, the sweet perfume, which rang in my enlightenment.