My Gestalt has everything just so figures of dreams conversations of creation white supremists struggling blacks with machine guns killing for Congo drums from every continent incessantly beating a rhythm of life Arranged valleys and hills on the becrusted world aged beyond the molten stage phenomenal fields of quarks strung along ideas of existential analysis Moons awaiting drone probes and 4-D print-out cities My Gestalt has infinite parts though the whole is greater than their sum God with one Universal field-mind One with three persons and 17 trillion billion zero-dimensional points some place where angels dance and sing selects those He would save.
