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His cosmology major falls like a free compass

point through the breakthrough of all emotional

life. A puritan background psychically fused

with the interdimensional thought-form of Portland

to produce a cathode ray capable of power-crazed

crop circles—This is the heart of all living

systems—The workshop mode flows formatively

across the morphogenetic light-born attractor at

the focal point of time and reemerges as

the Diet Coke stain on Bert’s disintegrating

mostly purple tye-dye. He wants to be a trance-

channeler when he grows up. Dad, who was on

Apollo XI, is, well, mystified.