Forty-two days of solitude--with breaks. AIDS was not yet a part of the everyday lexicon. Some drugs were still legal. "Classic Rock" was not yet a genre. Nobody had named as airport after Ronald Reagan--he was the new president who'd just survived being shot. And Sullivan Duda went to a cabin in the woods to reflect and write the story of his Journey to the west, when his adventures had culminated in a mystical experience. Now he faced the ultimate question: "To be or not to be?" What do you do after you become God? And when do we eat? Rupert on the other hand, likes to rhyme. Lalalala lalala.