How was the world “dull and solvent,” but Mitt’s lingering inactivity wasn’t? Jay gets it now. All the things he hoped to learn after graduating and leaving Monterey, the degree at Berkeley, the job at Yellowstone, it’s all here. The infinite inside the infinitesimal. Look at the stomach. Really look at it. See the wagon trails traced through vessels and fat. See Jupiter’s storms. Valleys of fire. Collapsing constellations. A million teardrops. Paths through forests. Dinosaurs, future dinosaurs. A yellow crescent moon. Men, women, snakes. Kissing lips. The silver ritual of rings.
