By early evening I arrive at
Kingman Arizona. When I first passed through here the myth of
Route 66, the basal ganglia and the limbic system
were viewed as a
superior type of movement elevated above everyday existence.
It is a magical activity which empowers the dancer to transform
human flesh, into whatever he chooses: leopard, snake, boar,
furthermore, embodies a force capable of creating and destroying
in the animal metaphor, taming. Shiva, for instance, created
the universe after subduing two
independent neuronal aggregates in the forebrain, organized
in parallel and with
little or no convergence of their major conduction channels.
This view was
Although the Interstate
avoids most towns, Kingman has survived. Past here, I-40 turns
then west to L.A; while another road, the one I'll take, forks north
to Las Vegas.