Early readers have asked me what happens to Lee Palmer after the last page of #OutingTheMermaid. Well, for one thing, she met this guy... JOSEPH CAMPBELL’S POCKETS What do you know, Joe, after all that study, all that tracking of humanity’s search for the sacred, for import, for course coordinates? A veritable Harpo of revelations he pulls from a vest pocket “Natural Music” and tells us that Jeffers got it right: to be holy is to be strong enough to hear beauty in the world’s storms and rages without divisions of desire and terror. A back pants pocket yields a wallet and a tiny newsprint clipping in which a Honolulu cop has, on sight, proffered his life to save a stranger. Unconditionally living in unity, namaste incarnate, dwelling always in the field of chi, feeling it pulsing through us, it, them, that, no divisions, no judgments, no fear— all the great scholar’s learning distilled in a few lines, plain, clear, and— enragingly, divisively, terrifyingly—hard. Have you another nugget, Joe, perhaps an easier one, in some other pocket?