Ghosts sit in brain cockpits and feverishly throw rods and levers. A crew
of ghosts does the rotation through the bridge of your nose. Now and then
only an ensign has the conn. But even an ensign can read the signs in the
sky and waves. Even an ensign can keep your nose pointed at Clearweather,
Fla.

Remember that, as you get promoted, kicked upstairs, rank by rank. Each
rank contains new epaulets and a new face, hair, teeth, skin, gonads.
These things come in a microscopic box that opens up you. Your ghost gets
in the box, swallows the key, and off he goes — pushed down the pussy
chute, shooting into the Genesis Planet — it's the Spock box, and off he
ghost, guest ghost on the earth.