Table SCI-FI SUMMERS   Those summers of my teens were each a stack of paperbacks and every chapter racing backward or forward in time CHALLENGED MY TEMPORAL PEACE OF MIND. Manic with coffee and cigarettes, mortally socializing and illegal, I delved cold dilemma in a speculated land where present trends collided in plausible collision with a swaggering kind of TOLD-YOU-SO LOGIC. Each chapter fed my intensity and I became ANXIOUS OVER ANOTHER WORLD'S PRIORITIES. Out of every strange, new form emerged entities, far reaching, PERCHED ON THE ENGINE OF INSIGHT. I needed only to visualize how common, ordinary light could be twisted by imagination in order to see contradiction so profoundly plain and simple. POSSIBILITY AND TRUTH COEXIST, NAKED, OBVIOUS, SCREAMING OUT, GOD, COOL.