I live by snorting a mixture of remains of the everlasting idea that ashes deepen as they rise in some relatively Zen manner.

It must be comforting to have convinced oneself that the soul can be deepened by reading a book. But there is nothing contained about the 'idea' of making communicative scratches on the walls as similar to a cave bear habit. Their cousins, modern brown and black bears, are notorious among foresters for the damage they

'idea' of making: P. Shepard and B. Sanders. The Sacred Paw-The Bear in Nature, Myths, and Literature. New York, 1985.

the specific caverns: D.B. Dickson, The Dawn of Belief. Tucson, AZ., 1990.

concoction: "Among the multiplicity of substances which were poured or placed into the vessel at the beginning of the opus were lead, vinegar, salt, quicksilver, iron, blood, poison, hair, sulphur, milk, wine, urine, dung, or a chaotic concoction of material which the alchemists called femus which simply means