Twin brothers, twin destinies,
but only one will
survive their alchemical transformation and ascension into the realm of
life and angels.
The Bonding Twin...
lip and glanced around the cafe. Some unusual people were sitting here,
any one of which could be Zale. They probed him with quick little
glances as if trying to chip away his veneer to get at his essence.
There was a middle-aged sketch artist, an impassioned young incarnation
of some beat poet in a time warp, then an old man working out the bugs
of some very large manuscript. All of these eyes were the eyes of
people who thought they knew something, though they only knew the cafe.
Their discriminating glances were not discerning, he realized, only
self-absorbed, which others read as enlightened.
great transformation will supply the means...’ flared
into his reflections, once again unnerving him. Of all these people,
his brother fit the genius profile; so how could Rudd have changed so
radically, believe so strongly in such weirdo-mystical beliefs. Was he
suffering psychosis or demonstrating some new undiscovered frontier?