This is a life-story about a man's search of an emotionally comfortable place. He was young and sensitive when he came to America in 1970, much attracted to her language as a physics student with that purpose in mind. For 35 years, he makes every effort to stay on in America and fulfil a happy ending of his search, until one day he is virtually forced to leave America; house fire annihilates his past. He loses everything in the fire, and faces the situation back to the square one as if it were 35 years ago. Given his intellectual principle-invent life, living side by side with "the crisis of senses" which includes that of old age, he in fact confirms what he never intended: an exiled life in America. The theme and theses entwine with reflections on a damaged life in search of the second life, which does not exist in our age of technological knowledge. And so the Letter of Olysses comes to you sent from America to the Kingdom of Thailand, but it has a self-addressed envelop inside, back to America addressed to every immigrant, because the success of his "second life" in the Kingdom depends on that of the hard-working people who would call their second life "nonbeing," as you will hear it shortly from Chai-plad-thin, precisely because they do not believe that it['nonbeing'] originates in their knowledge of technology, which they believe, given its immediacy imposed upon as the sole criterion of beings. The focal point of his search thereof is to see the convergence of the forced second life upon the 'intellectual' home, for those who love a natural, simpler life, the second life without doctrine and without shame; to hold it out to the gigantic metabolism of industrial technology seems no longer powerful as annihilating as the Oedipus' answer: was to the riddle of the Sphinx.