Adjacent to the dialogue appear farm workers and laborers тАУ Black, White, Indian, and Hispanic тАУ a young woman of focal beauty named Luana, and a midnight prowler who drives a black Porsche; and always, the ubiquitous digressions of memory. ┬аWhere will it lead? ┬аTo what end? ┬аConsider: ravens, snakes, and revolutionaries, God, Devil, man, and woman all transformed into a pair of dice тАж roll тАЩem...whadaya get? ┬аThe lucky seven? double-sixes? or snake-eyes? ┬аAnd with what consequence?
The mystery is something of a creation myth. ┬аFor eventually there is a harvest: the cruel scythe of political terrorism; the blessing of woman, fruit and song, and the promise of a mystical union, for with the harvest is planted the seed of new potential тАж Geminga.┬а