This memoir is an interesting blend of history and fantasy, of reality and poetry, of high-mindedness with the occasional carnality thrown in... I feel as though - not just for the fact of the words, but also for the ebb and flow of thought direction - I have been wandering the nerve-endings of your brain. Your history is there, certainly, but slathered with other gravies: poetry, philosophy, passion, and dispassion. And a great deal of playfulness. I believe there is something very Zen-'Masterish' about the angled prose you set down in this writing, a wild-and-crazy trip, man. While I was reading your history with 'C' (cosmos), I was reminded of these lines that Rumi wrote sometime in the mid-1200s: I would love to kiss you

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