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.