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The Story of the Psychic Cowboy

     In the warm twilight of Texas summer, as Venus and Jupiter and Mars hung like great jewels in the copper western sky, he stood like stone, mirroring the monolithic Blocker facade.  Behind the cyclotron and across the street, sizzling Fatburgers skated the thin wind

     Below his feet he noticed narrow patterns cut into the walkway, and saw how they sprawled away from beneath him to every end of the walk, and beyond, to every other walk, and then onward to every other building

     He watched as smaller patterns lost their meaning in larger patterns, again and again, until he thought that for a moment he had seen only one pattern

     And he looked up, and in the sky small patterns again took their place in larger ones, and he thought again he saw only one, now reaching below him and above him, stretching toward whatever direction he might take, and in every place that he could see

     And so he came to know, for his own mind had vanished