This is not my design. This is the place that sucked me in. As with so many strange things that happened in that era, it began by picking up a hitch-hiker. He took us to this place. And, say what you will, folks, it was cosmic. I have been plagued throughout my life with incidents that expanded my consciousness above and beyond my capacity to tolerate them without losing any coherent good sense that I might have possessed. This was one of them...

My brother, Mark, in front and inside of the first geodesic dome that I ever saw. Near Fayetteville, Arkansas, circa 1973.