. . . oh my co-conspirators, my listeners, my readers, be forewarned.  This monument may annoy you, its inanities may offend you, its excesses may disgust you, but to enter its morphogenetic field is to enter the cosmic flux.  You may attempt to hold yourself aloof, as I certainly did in the beginning, but you can no more do so than you can objectify your own circulating blood.  If you choose to listen, to read, then that choice is your destiny, and each destiny is nothing less than a perpetual onslaught of wonder.