No. 38: Skywalker.

The ordering metaphor for his career was the ladder.  Oddly enough, his ladder didn't reach--as did the ladder in the famous etching by William Blake--from the earth to the moon.  His ladder was more like a walkway through the sky, from which he frequently slipped and to which he had to hold on for dear life.

No. 37: Zarathustra in the Mountains.

He had been reading his Nietzsche--always a danger to him!---and had set out, as a consequence, for the mountains.  Nietzsche's sonorous words, spoken as his prophet, Zarathustra, came to him as he climbed: "I am a wanderer and a mountain-climber (he said to his heart), I do not like the plains and it seems I cannot sit still for long.  And whatever may yet come to me as fate and experience---a wandering and a mountain-climbing will be in it: in the final analysis one experiences only oneself...."

No. 36: The Contagion of Purity

Yesterday he ripped a small blank page from one of his notebooks and folded it in half, to use as a bookmark.  The shape of the white paper--with the crenellation running along its top--pleased him greatly, especially when he stood it up on his worktable.  The next day, he built the page again out of plywood, this time making it twenty times as large as before.  Even while he was painting it white, he was beginning to  find himself deeply disturbed by its simplicity, by its morphological purity.  Indeed, the more he gazed upon his perfect white wall, the more upset and angry he became.  In the end, the whiteness of the wall prevailed while he, its maker, began to go mad.  Eventually, he turned into a rushing, feral creature, continually mocked by the perfection of what he had made.