Even then, I was dreaming of Caitlin's black robes one moment, and Dorset's spin move the next. This was what my father deeded--that our Knowledge of Self be more than America, that we understand the brain death that sprawled from the projects to the subdivisions. Consciousness was a beginning, but the imagination could turn straight 18s into paladins in plate, could make warrens in tunnels from graph paper, could pull armies of knolls from miniatures--that was the Knowledge that ultimately would find a way out.