I'm such a stoner lazy-******* that I sit w/ a joint in my lips; fingers on the computer keys typing out virtual truths, meaning gravity waves are moving through me & I can feel the background radiation in Chet Baker's horn & I wonder...in a few minutes Bill Bixby's Hulk will be on, followed by (Miss America) Linda Carter's Wonder Woman from the 70's, she is hot & *******-dressed & super-moral & cute & stylish for the era---the Hulk is a Freudian wet-dream; who wouldn't want to be that guy I'm sure Stan Lee has thought profoundly before cranking out his jumping India Ink jive w/ Kirby on pencils & Ditko on inks...Lou Ferrigno really pulls it off, turning the comic book into Shakespeare; ****** Gravity waves! I love them; they make my gurl possible; her shape & consciousness formed by the width(x)diameter equal to the radiation's vector(place=here is where the hypothetical 'machine' rests/the device which makes TT possible(no known device exists) In other words, everything a woman can do can be done w/o a woman except giving birth ...