> The wind stops, completely, as I finish my lunch. I strip and lie back in
the sun, high on Tukuhnikivats, with nothing between me and the universe
but my thoughts. Deliberately I compose my mind, quieting the febrile
buzzing of the cells and circuits, and strive to open my consciousness
directly, nakedly to the cosmos. Under the influence of cosmic rays I try
for cosmic intuitions—and end up earthbound as always, with a vision not of
the universal but of a small and mortal particular, unique and disparate…