I make preparations. Does it matter what they are? Will you thrill to know that I set up cognitive stream regulation, labyrinth overflows, filtered mentation and reboot boxes, and a panoply of other tricks—all the psychological equivalent of the protective gear worn by bomb disposal teams, with much the same confidence in its value? No, you won’t. These things are noise to you, the coding jargon of a Freemasonry that has not yet laid the first stone of its temple. So don’t ask. I get ready. Think of it as packing clean socks and a toothbrush. My world is concept made flesh, where matter proposes and mind disposes. What’s in your head is what is.