When you can, I would like anyone listening to please tell me about your healing epiphany. I have had several, and will explicate them as I can. More than once hallucinogenics were involved. Another time, staring at the gray enamel of a toilet stall, I had an overdose of caffeine. There was a palpable roaring sound of the emergence within me of a hyperbola, as if this figure were my own true nature appearing to me. It was gray like the stall but alive, opening my chest and my hearing. When I tried to write down what had happened, the revelation could only be expressed as 1, 0, Ø, scrawled on the back of my wardrobe in a large scabrous print that seemed to try to seize clouds from the sky on a mountaintop. I still couldn’t make myself do the work necessary to complete courses at Trinity College, but somehow a few scattered revelations like this made the time there worth it. As well, perhaps, as a deep, ambivalent and twisted love with a girl named Jeanne.