The Trapeze Swinger is a dramatic satire on the joke of death. The book has three concurrent stories. The first, experiences of lovers and sojourners from old time; the second is the current state of affairs and the Great War; and the third are the revelations and mystical trances of an enlightened Divine Self. The Brahman. All things over many lifetimes all happening at once. Troubadours as they were. The oldest of all tales. A prince was born. I’m on a great journey and I seek a great master. The story goes back about 1400. Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God. The blues ain’t nothing but a good man feeling bad. Return to the forest for ten days in absolute silence, alone. Today brings union with God and inner perfection. For God’s sake, realize the beauty of sound, philosophy, mathematics, horse riding, uh, theoretical physics, art, poetry, hummingbirds, music, and the beauty of a final sunrise. Draw your swords. It’s the fall of Rome. Those annual games. Distracting The Republic. Never mind the smut. We have to keep the program going. Tune in next week to Box News to find out what happens. The death of Mr. Rump. Takes a sip of beer. They shot him back 10 years ago now. Then the sheriff walked in. Alright boys, funs over. You’re all going to jail. Shot through the heart. It’s classic. She loves someone else. Life betrays us all and we betray ourselves. I used to think about art and now all I think about is money. Sittin’ on the back porch with Grandad talking about paradox. A common and probable outcome for an insane person. But here we all are. Just floating on by. Zooming around the sun on this little blue pebble. Read ‘til the very end, read it aloud in your mind. Get a sense of what it’s like to have truly gone mad