In his memoirs, as Jack becomes a cross between Zarathustra and Mr. Bean as he yet again delivers a rhapsody of scattered ideas. With his self-serving authority here from the bud, he is resetting the lantern, giving it a different light.
He goes back in time about his youth, tells long stories while he still drops in on salt of the earth to fell what they're up to.
He exposes his past as a lucky human, privileged to live as a Baby-Boomer, with just enough security to have the luxury to dream.
Jack also provides some insight on art through sculpture and writing.
He tells stories, some short, some long and scatters them around to keep the reader on the alert even though the only point to this narrative is to provide a restful bedtime story with dreams of a Golden Bud in his Golden Years.