V--2nd Chapter 13.

[Mark Kohut]

Like a loose tooth, I cannot stop wiggling my mind around
the exchange between Stencil and Benny ---on pg 387 hc

[Stencil] "Told of his mystical experience before a plaster death-cast
of Chopin's hand in the Celda Museo in Mallorca."

"There was no difference," he caroled, causing two strolling bums to
laugh along with him. "that was all. Chopin had a plastic hand!"....
Profane shrugged. 

no difference between his hand and Chopin's?---
 
No difference between his live hand and a plaster death-cast?
---what kind of 'mystical experience' is THAT? an unreliable
one, I'd say, as this embodies some death-in-lifeness, animate-inanimate
oneness, yes?
 
Or, as in some reported religious-like experiences, one feels the unity
of all?