I’m at a sun dance. They’re clearing the arbor and I’m near some sort of bicycle repair area. There’s an accident that a couple guys that were clearing the arbor inhaled some deadly fumes and they died. One of them was Robert Jackson. I haven’t seen him in years but he gave me the Robert Anton Wilson book whose name I can’t remember.
When I’d heard he died, it really bothered me. But as I was working with the bicycles, some guys carried the bodies on platforms by us. The bodies were black. When I saw Robert’s body, I burst into tears. The guy I was with asked me why I was so upset and I told him it was because I knew him well.
Feeling upset
bicycles are always about balance
