Both the insights and the idiosyncrasies of Bucky Fuller are by now so familiar--both to those who can understand him and those who can't--that this little book, a sort of discursive-poetic postscript to his major Synergetics, has little to add except more of same. It is a coda to Fuller's work in general, an insistent and repetitive restatement of his main themes: that ""human being"" is a ""weightless pattern integrity"" locally and temporarily processing matter, its ultimate function to discover ""generalized principles"" and so further the self-regeneration of the cosmos. That since Einstein there are no nouns, only verbs. (""Change is normal/Thank you Albert!"") That the self-seeking ""money-bee"" phase of human evolution is coming to an end, and we must now realize that we can support every human being on earth on a universal, lifelong research fellowship--or perish. It is this above all that Fuller wants to communicate: that scarcity is an idea, not a fact, that ""real wealth,"" consisting of always-conserved energy and always-increasing ""know-how,"" can only increase, enabling us to do more and more with less and less. It's too bad he needs to be translated to the 99% of the populace he wants to educate. His Cumbersome cybernese style partially obscures a truly elegant vision, in which geometry and stress physics reveal the lineaments of (equally natural) moral law. This set of long ""poems""--bouncing between unintelligible intellection and childlike wonder, lit by flashes of warmth and whimsy--is as good and bad a place an any to discover that vision.