There in the back of his head and neck, particularly as he is walking along, is a complete expression of a person, his whole essence. I follow people as though I am reading a book that is glued to their neck. The back head appears on some as a featureless slab of ignorance, a strong projection of rigidity, thus encapsulating their whole uncompromising pursuit - being nothing other than what it is, and that what it is being only what it thinks it is using the mind machine as a reference… That hard resistance on the head back is absent in some; they seem softer, head flesh welcoming, or poignant.