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even hope to bring shape to that forsaken nothingness?
    “We can’t,” Gojiro tensed. “We are not sufficient.”
    Komodo paced the ’cano floor. Suddenly, a wild look came over his face. That look! Even then he had it, that naive yet undeniable Jap-Mickey-Rooney-discovering-America look, the crazy exhilaration that throws off doubt and pushes forward through the fear. “My own true friend!” Komodo declared. “Budd Hazard speaks to us because he deems us worthy. To refuse him would be a terrible insult. We must seek to know what he wishes to tell us. It is our duty!”
    “If you say so,” Gojiro mumbled. If it had been up to him, maybe, they would have dropped the whole Budd Hazard thing right there. But Komodo seemed so sure. His face was so open, so hopeful. That was enough. The monster closed his many lids and soon the words rushed forth. The session went on for days; nothing less than the Foundations of Thought were laid down.
    Foremost among these bedrocking underpins was the Principle of the Inviolate Binary. “There can be no Bunch without a Beam, no Beam without a Bunch,” Budd Hazard imparted, defining a Bunch as “a group of like individuals, what might be referred to as a species.” A Beam was a much more elusive concept. “It is the cohering Energy of the world, sourced from the Mainstem, adapted to the individual needs of the Bunch,” the enigmatic Muse said. It was in the interface of these two entities that the Universe found its design. “A Beam makes a Bunch a Bunch,” Budd Hazard declared. Without a Beam a Bunch would be nothing more than a “disassociated band of biologically similar renegades.” On the other hand, a Beam was nothing but “a misdirected font of energy” without a Bunch about which to focus its all-encompassing, aligning force.
    “It is the Goal and Obligation of All Life to seek its particular Identity within the Inviolate Binary structure and to live, as distinct yet interrelated forms, beneath the mantle of the Evolloo,” Budd Hazard pronounced. “The Evolloo is All.”
    Gojiro and Komodo listened with an ever-expanding sense of wonder. How sublime it was to hear Budd Hazard’s words forge a scheme amid the seemingly unfathomable murk of their world. To witness that swirling hub of Thought shower light throughout the black maw of emptiness. With each new revelation, their trepidations gave way to a giddy joy. It was intoxicating to be in the presence of all that Truth.
    “I’m singing!” Gojiro roared. “Can’t you hear me singing? I’m singing ’bout Budd Hazard!”
    “Who?” Komodo rejoined. “Who might that Budd Hazard be? Where’s he been, what’s he seen?”
    “Who? You ask me who Budd Hazard be? Where’s he go, what’s he know? I’ll tell you what Budd Hazard knows! He knows the present and he knows the past. He knows who be first and who be last. He knows what is green and what is blue, and what goes down in the Evolloo!”
    “Tell me more, tell me more! Tell me more about what Budd Hazard knows!”
    “More? Why not, there’s no law. He knows the weather, those of a feather, put any words together, and that’s what Budd Hazard knows. He knows the jungle, knows the street, knows what bad smell comes from your feet!”
    “Oh, please! My ignorance is no joke, it’s a sad and sorry yoke. Just tell what Budd Hazard spoke!”
    “He knows the secret of the Endless Chain, seen it plain. He knows all Love and what it’s worth, and how things work here on Earth. That’s what Budd Hazard knows!”
    A passion he never imagined overtook Gojiro then. Ideas rumbled within him, then exploded, spread throughout the land. It was as if the Heater itself had detonated inside, its tempest winds blowing his molecules over every inch of this new world he and Komodo called their own. He felt himself cascade down like heavy rain on the forests of the wretched glassine trees, spreading his essence to the beaches, out to the Cloudcover. His particles