AFTERWORD TO THE FIRST REVISION
 
 
     Much has happened in the three years, three months since
I first got so fed up with going to commuter college at
Lawrence Institute of Technology that I created this fantasy
of what a true liberal arts education might have been like at
the University of Michigan, provided I could kick my
addictive behavior and lead more of a normal life.  I "shook
the Dean's hand" in December of 1987 and after much misery as
a part of the not-so-bountiful engineering entry-level job
market, I entered Civil Service, examining US Patent
Applications in the computer graphics and image processing
area.
 
     I read about advances in the basic physical sciences
still, in the occasional Science News or Scientific American
article, and while the idea of a linear modeling system to
represent the workings of the human mind seems to contain a
certain amount of merit at times, I rapidly realize what a
waste its development would be.  I recently saw a Nova
program from WGBH Boston entitled "The Strange Science of
Chaos," where such systems as weather were pronounced
inherently unpredictable because of their being governed by
non-linear interactions which are sensitive to initial
conditions.  I now believe the mind is the same way.  The
program even had a segment on neurology that tended to
support such a conclusion.  Living life is much more
enjoyable to me now than understanding any underlying
pattern, especially since the pattern would only be one of
description and statistically defined.
 
     Lawrence Tech ("the Institute") has subsequently
obtained its credentials as "Lawrence Technological
University," so to refer to simply "the University" from my
educational past would suffer from vague antecedent basis, as
we say in the Patent business.  I realize the richness of
experience I was able to obtain there, especially with my
program that specialized in mathematical analysis and
included the Modern Physics class that inspired C T Prime.
The Collider did indeed make its way through the budgetary
process, and it will be named after the outgoing President
(now a demi-God, of course, rightfully associable with such
an installation), although the winning state was not Michigan
but Texas, which certainly must have George Bush's approval.
 
     I still wonder a little about what unexpected results
(another Patent-ism) playing with elementary particles in the
presence of a large magnetic field might have, but as for
cataclysms, I have to think that Einstein's c-squared
relationship and the small quantities of mass to be used
would keep the yield rather low, even with a complete
hypothetical tranformation to energy instead of the current
nuclear processes.  I was particularly moved by the concept
of non-symmetry present in Maxwell's electromagnetic
equations, and would suspect that the "hyper-symmetric"
theory would have great chance to even them out by exhibiting
magnetic monopoles.
 
     In any event, God has given me another 60 years or so
(provided I improve my eating habits, like my 50-year-old
mother always tells me to from 450 miles away) with a
practical guarantee of a good living wage.  While the
headaches and uncertainty of the Patent hustle continue,
underneath it all there is a certain calm that C T never
could feel.  I also keep myself ready for the day I will meet
"Rachel."  I know she has a large probability of existing in
a city like this, and maybe one day I'll be properly exposed-
-the probabilistic right place at the right time.  And to my
cousin Mike, who still attends the "real University," from
what I understand, I hope the Bayerl character traits have
been something he can live with better than I did.  Our
family has been renowned for its get-up-and-go attitude, but
as I have seen for myself, a lot of it is merely from a bad
sense of self and a desire to mitigate it with hard work.
This is a great opportunity for change.
 
                                      Raymond Bayerl
                                      Arlington, VA
                                      11 August 1989