"Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how." "It’s a lost art," Hank said. "Maybe there’s an instruction manual on it." - Philip K. Dick

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

It's a downer to tell anything to a kid. I once had a kid ask me, “What was it like to see the first automobile?” Shit, man, I was born in 1962.

Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.