You take the train up to D.C. to visit your younger brother. By this time, you are exploring the psychological power of all colors, not just blue, in the Native American and Tibetan Buddhist traditions. You're walking with your brother in Washington, D.C. He takes you to the National Museum of Native American Art. The two of you stroll through the bright sunshine. You pass the yellow Scientology tent. Yellow means clarity. He steers you away. Fighting for a parking space, you assume the archetype of the tank man from Tianenmen Square. You exude tank manís energy at the competing car. Heís Crazy, yells the driver. While shuttling you to your dad's house in Alexandria,Virginia, your brother tells you about his recent experience of a spirit quest, where he camped alone in the woods and hallucinated in the darkness.