Companion read of Mathew Barney's "River of Fundament".
One Ka of me, lingering on the Night of Pigs, mesmerized by the splendid prose of mythical tales; 2nd Ka, pondering the murder mystery, chuckled at Great Fuck; 3rd Ka, chewing a dough of ancient civilization leavened by erotica, abandoned the thought of trashing the bread with pseudo intelligent taste... unbelievable but yummy!
Perhaps only through reading this type of book could I save my Ba without reborn. It nurture the mind in no way that non-fiction or history can provide. Imagination is human treasure, no one can live without.