Reb's Cafe
Benson, AZ
Interstate runs down a hill. Exit splits right falls down into a town, couple
of houses and stores strung out along a rail line. Half a town, dirt and rail the north
side, the south mostly closed down but for Reb's Cafe, best place to eat, the only place
to eat. I have huevos rancheros,Val also, extra plate a puddle of refried beans, a pile of
corn tortillas, we skip the grits. The Jonny Reb sign lay in back next to a trailer.
Walls covered with old motorcycle posters, pictures of western movie heroes.
Waitress keeps the coffee flowing. The five of us we've been traveling together for the
last six months now, met at that demonstration in Nevada outside of Art Bell's compound.
I'm Sam, my wife's Val this is Darl and Marty an this here's Ol John:
"Aleister Crowley wrote of magic like mathematics
with axioms and such was up on what was then modern theory, for instance he mentions
Reiman spaces and even Hausdorff's generalization of dimension the same year they were
formulated saw implications in all this not till almost fifty years later did Mandelbrot
start to understand what these signify physically."
"But did Crowley know what he was talking about or
just mouthing new ideas?"
"So it would seem, at least to the knowledge of the
time."
"And to what end?"
"Intelligence as a self-organizing system"
"Transformative?"
"String Theory suggests it's possible"
Marty and Ol' John, they get going I'm lost in an instant. Val is getting
antzy, she calls over our waitress, smiling sweetly.
"Darling, who do I have to fuck to get our check
around here?"
The waitress, some poor kid, is flabbergasted, slips a check onto our table,
runs off. We are running late, have to make this place before sundown ...
