In the summer of 1992 I walked out of the Kinko’s in Columbia, South Carolina, with a box full of books.  The box contained the first book I had ever published.  It was, oddly, a book on religious art.  Yet I saw no contradiction between things of the spirit and things of the body.  Artists like Prince or Marvin Gaye had explored and intertwined these concerns.  I was thrilled to have a book.  But I had lost sight of Ceremonies.