Because the poems are an investigation into the nature of time, it is important to be aware of the overall temporal architectonic of the love-cycle.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, […] It is the opium of the people.

Think of the nights he must have prayed at his kitchen shrine for the success of his marvelous vision and invention—and now here he is tooling along through the streets of maybe Yinchwan with bikes everywhere, elegant, metal goddamned bikes with rubber tires and complex sprockets and chains, and all the people laughing at what a funny thing he’s riding on. People laughing to beat the hinges off of hell because he’s riding something those Yinchwanians wouldn’t even go so far as to call a bicycle . . .

This Mac OS X capability to open a folderful of documents when a folder is selected in an Open dialog can be pretty scary when, from years of habit, you select a folder and hit the Open button to open the folder to look inside, and—whoops!