three kings of the wooden rainbow

i was reading the book "one flew over the cukoo's nest" (which for some reason i never read before and i recommend it) by ken kesey about 3 months ago. there is a scene in a which a schizophrenic patient is babbling and throwing out little nonsensical phrases and one of them was "mexico is the wooden rainbow." how beautiful is that? it made me think of a few things, like the time i went to mexico and sat on the beach with a cat, about making a giant white rainbow out of wood for an art show (and then later i found out there was a band called white rainbow and i bought all their cd's and they are very good), and about how good words can sound. so if mexico is a wooden rainbow, it would have three kings, and this is them.