Then,
suddenly, there were the bricks in the sidewalk. Don't dare look up! it might all disappear, yes, you are really here, follow the bricks, like Dorothy, follow the nice designs, (don't look up), focus on something real, evidence of planning...., yes here there were real streets and real cars, just like in the ‘real’ world, but me?, I was, determined to remain anonymous in the black obscurity of antique detachment,-- lest they know. Lest they tell! (But how could they tell?) The Questions! And as I looked to the heavens I could see the constellations, and that some were new and some were old. - And the evening and the morning were the first day. And then there was day again and then there was the Baker night and still the eternal questions,--how to keep from being swallowed, by behemoth, by Leviathan, and this holy original night, the jaws of which as I gazed down from the precipice into its holy belly were mother lights, sparkling, all these thousands of tiny fishes that had been swept up into its mighty devouring gullet roiled, boiled rejoicing in exuberant toothy epiglottal death and as I looked up I saw the new heavens anew, now remote and austere, fixed and I bid the heavens goodbye for that smelly, fishy, churning transmuting night of the beast and I knew that just like the best minds of my generation, I had been consumed but yet was whole.-- Howwwlll!

Excerpted from 'Down by Our Vineyard'