While waiting for Glenn to arrive, I walkabout a parallel universe whose medium is money, whose enlightenment is entertainment, whose people lightly ride the whims of Chance. I can see why Seami in his book on the art of No drama performance, The Transmission of the Flower, speaks of this accomplishment as 'surprise.' For the person doing it this is the 'surprise' of discovering oneself without a self, one with the work, moving in effortless emptiness and grace Elvis still lives here, his greasy DA hairdo, his bloated face locked into a sardonic grin, eyes as dead as silver dollars, voice cracking, hips gyrating....I feel sick to my stomach. If Wall Street is America's church, I am standing in the center of its soul.

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