For whatever reason, I was just stirred to reread Sentience. It really answers everything. It should have been accepted across the board.
I still cringe at all of the typos that the first version contained (all repaired), but it was not so bad as to cause the book to be rejected. It is the stupour. Nothing else.
It took me fifteen books just to realize how deeply disturbed humanity remains and how unwilling humanity is to see through to the truth. What is truly appalling is that humanity would rather continue the destruction of its world and compromise all life on Earth rather than face the truth. It's easier to let the destruction roll on.
All of the later books were my attempts to delve deeper, even in the absence of support. On all fronts, I made further progress as I proceeded. The only one that was really important was the delving into how men can succeed with ease. The rest, while useful to a dimwit, are not really important. Basically, the fourteen further books were attempts to penetrate the stupour as the depths of the stupour became more and more obvious.
I do have to thank the one woman that indirectly responded. I think that gave me heart to complement my stubbornness.
But, really, once one sees it all, there is no going back. I could never really doubt that I was right about it all. It's just so damned obvious, once one sees the truth and refutes the lie that has held our sentience hostage all along. There is no going back. It would be insane to do so.
One thing that threw me as I skimmed through the book. At the very end of the last chapter, I mention the Woman. That was just not possible in the original book because it was another two years before I encountered her. I guess I'm not terribly surprised that, when I edited the book (about twenty edits before i ever published and another twenty after it was published), I had to mention her. But, it initially took me by surprise. I'm glad I did so. She was crucial to my adamancy to carry on.
There's another point worth mentioning. I was driven to write the other books in the face of no reaction to the book. Was I wrong? Was I missing something? My confidence in what I was suggesting was still tentative in the face of such lack of reaction. Over the period of the next ten years and fourteen books, I became convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt. I am right.