That evening Glenn, and Roselyn, his lovely woman, take me out to dinner. Even the restaurants suggest the points in the mind where movement becomes pattern and repeated pattern suggests eternal form. And as half-human and half-animal, they unite us with the psychoid realm that are casinos: we walk to our table past slot machines, giant wheels, card games, sports on a giant TV screen. No windows, no clocks, with a constant temperature and light, a smooth line of flight, or a meaningful chaotic process?