Railroad trains lost their balance and buses stood on their hind ends and licked their wounded wheels when James Alexander came back to California.

And poor airplanes dripped sweat from their wings and little cars mooed as if they were not quite convinced they were mechanical.

When James Alexander came back to California he and the other game designer who exists in the universe formulated a series of true propositions:

• THAT GAME DESIGN ALONE CAN LOVE GAME DESIGN
• THAT GAMES CRY OUT TO EACH OTHER FROM A GREAT DISTANCE
• THAT GAME DESIGNERS, BEING BASTARD FATHERS, LOVE EACH OTHER LIKE BASTARD FATHERS WHEN THEY SEE THEIR CHILDREN PLAYING TOGETHER
• THAT GAMES PLAY TOGETHER FROM A GREAT DISTANCE

It was made illegal for a bachelor to watch games.

When James Alexander came back to California they hunted mushrooms together in the cold rocks of the Berkeley Hills.

They invented a game which was more complicated than bridge or chess or football which was played with gum and chalk and a piece of common wrapping paper.

They made it utterly impossible to identify God. 

Having a hand in each other's hand, they walked down every street on which it was possible to walk, having the pavements dictated to them by an angel.

They purged history of contemporary reference.

They wrote games that had to be looked at from a distance on a gigantic playground. Their children split words.

The scholars who found these children died in agony.

One thumb opposed one thumb, each thumb was the center of the universe.

They forged a lost manuscript of Rimbaud's La Chasse Spirituelle for their own purposes. It was mysteriously discovered to have been written in English.

They found that they have one tongue

We shall find that we have one tongue

I hope that we shall find that we have one tongue.

Love,

Jack