To my spiritual landscape, Montana, where on clear nights during my childhood the luminous Milky Way gave me glimpses of a Fourth Dimension . . .

To my maternal grandfather, Carl O., whose music, magic, and loving kindness later gave me distant memories of feeling worthy . . .

To my sponsor-in-law, Marion F., who taught us that the only time we needed to meditate and pray and wear the world like a loose garment was now . . . and now . . . and now . . .

And to my wife, Page H., whose life radiates a healing depth of beauty and common sense as we negotiate together our opportunities to grow on the road of happy destiny.