THE SPIRITUAL AND SUPERSTITIOUS, when whipped to frenzy in a man's mind, can call concepts of evil and animosity, toward a counter-conceptual end, correct. Meaning is made on the basis of arbitrary numerical values assigned magical merit by superstitious society. Case in point: the zero at the end of the forthcoming year. There must be a die cast for the danger still omnipresent before the inception of the 70s. It is imperative to "ring in the new" decade with a harbinger of disunity and cataclysm--the end of youth idealism--implying a need for sobriety and guarded skepticism. I've been watching her for six weeks now, and I don't think anyone will miss her. There's enough going on at the Brotherhood so nobody will think to poke around--just another hippy girl had her day, gone her way. As a matter of fact, it's made it all lamentably convenient. It might have been nice, a little more danger.
Oh, my dear, dear child . . . your father is further away from you now than ever--than when you flirted promiscuously with Slade in the park, than when you hawk on the Haight. Nobody will miss you, flower child.
