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To: Rick C. who wrote (235)	4/23/1999 1:05:00 PM
From: Hubert Few	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2063

Rick See inquired in a manner exactly as follows (taken out of context of course!): "However, I confess to having lost track of exactly what path it was which I have been following." Ahhhh, gwasshoppa, you have indeed arrived at the path from which you came. The enigmatic kaleidoscopic alternating current path of redemption....from which shines light reduced in velocity and viscosity. It pours through your veins, it radiates from your follicles, it will cure even the worst of bad hair days. It is the inner light of carbon-based reality sub-structure, the re-bar under-pinning of the cosmic tee-pee, suspending our fragile mutually agreed consensus reality above the waters of consciousness....awaiting the greedy snap of a passing catfish, or chance encounter with a random quark, traveling so fast in all directions at once that it's sheer momentum stops it dead in it's tracks and it sucks in every last available particle of light that ever existed. It grooves man, it spits out pieces of itself and calls them back with the predictable movement of a lunar tide. It is a path of knowing, knowing that to know a thing is to change it, irrevocably and for all of time. You are no longer on the path, you have become the path, and the muted footsteps overhead, the voices of agreement in your own head, the borrowed container, the half-filled dipper of spring water, cool, soothing, flowing into the mouth of a weary traveler whose own words soon become your every thought. And this is the journey....the path is always the least traveled and most clearly marked, it begins with your "death" and ends with the involuntary muscles inside the cosmic womb spitting you out on the other end....kicking, screaming, naked and scorched, but alive, not alive as you or I know it but alive in the sense that an energy force is never diminished, it is simply dissipated. ....fine, and you?<g>