I had an experience
at age 23, in a hospital in Connecticut — one so fantastic, it ripped the skies open and the skies invited me in.
I lived the life of the “every man,” a soldier — from Manhattan to the outback, dining with the Mafioso and the one-percenter, the Reverend and the murderer.
Chaos. Life. Don’t mind the broken bones.Don’t mind the star showers. Once, I stood on a hillside in New Zealand with my cousin Ted. I reached up at dusk as if to touch the bristling orange planet Mars. It was as close to earth that night as it had ever been……
And if you had not been abandoned, how would you have become yourself?