Forms disintegrate into the eternal nothingness from which there is no return.
Form is apparitional and passes, as passed the physical forms of the Lady Om and Chong Mong-ju.

But the memory of them remains, shall always remain as long as spirit endures, and spirit is indestructible.
"One thing sticks out as big as a house," was Oppenheimer's final criticism of my Adam Strang adventure.

"And that is that you've done more hanging around Chinatown dumps and hop-joints than was good for a respectable college professor.

Evil communications, you know.

I guess that's what brought you here." Before I return to my adventures I am compelled to tell one remarkable incident that occurred in solitary.