How to Live Your Life With Less Pain and More Joy

My father's imploding recording empire had taught me that much. But my father had little to lose. He'd had five strokes and was expiring before our eyes. Ralph had been dead for years, and my other siplings were elsewhere. So it fell to me to greet the young professor who wore red, high topped sneakers,. along with his two graduate students and a hall full of equipment. The brain is a miracle of compression, the professor said. After 11 hours, the wardrobe contained a copy of my father's consciousness. In it entirety, every perception and sensation he had experienced Starting at the moment of his birth, i remarked as one of the graduate students wheeled over a