Re: The Truth can be ugly and painful, or Why America doesn't count for much anymore.
In my continually annoying scientific bent, yearning always for new experiments, I long ago decided that anytime I am in those old mountains, I was going to send out thought waves, creating a metaphysical beacon, and that we'll bump into one another. (Or will it simply be chance?) Perhaps knowing me only via this asylum, you can't hear my call, or I'm on the wrong channel, or something.
It might help if you listen for a raven's call, we're friends.