In a garden facing a high wall, I'm told to return to the house and leave through the Joseph Campbell
Room. I find that Campbell's room exits into the same garden; however,
of prime significance in the
moon-cult is the role of the moon as measurer of time. But moon-time is not the abstract, quantitative time
of scientific, patriarchal consciousness. It is qualitative time; it changes and, in changing
this time the wall
is no longer there

I remember Joseph Campbell's Room was empty,
a portal, an equivocal way to morning—
                                                     two birds
                                                            a light on
                                                            a branch.