A poet I know leaned over my shoulder while I was sitting at a cafe and put in front of me some obscured tomb of English Cabala; he asked me if I knew who the author was? I did not. Then I took out my book 2012 and the Cabala and asked him if he knew who the author was? It was me. I told him the difference between his book and my book was: his book was about the Cabala while my book is Cabala.