“It’s too warm. We don’t want to leave-we hate to say goodbye. And we worry-ooo-fa, how we worry-twenty-six hours a day! And what do you think we worry about?”

“About me! What about me? What’s in it for me? What’s gonna happen to me? Such egomania! So horrendous. But fascinating!

“The greedy ape reaches through a grate for a seed and cannot relinquish control. There are studies; nothing will make him drop that seed. The hand will cling even after you hack off the arm-we die holding onto *mierda*. But why? Is that all there is-like Miss Peggy Lee said? That cannot be; That’s too horrendous. We have to learn how to let go. We collect memories and paste them in books, ticket stubs to a Broadway show ten years ago. We die holding onto souvenirs. To be a sorcerer is to have the energy, curiosity, and guts to let go, to somersault into the unknown-all one needs is some retooling, redefinition. We must see ourselves as beings who are going to die. Once you accept that, worlds open up for you. But to embrace this definition, you must have ‘balls of steel.’ “

CC. August '94