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friends. We do not eat old friends to continue our own existence. It does not matter now. Food and water will not help. The illness is taking us along the course to death. There is nothing to be done. I do not want to crawl into the tent for fear they are gone, all of my family. I do not want to know I am alone. We have done so many things together, the pains and the joys we have shared … the working and being together, my woman and the young ones … no illness, no death can remove the bond that grew and blossomed among us … CLICK! I can still feel the echoes … it’s a life I don’t remember, if I lived it … but the sharing of purpose, of unity required for simple survival … nothing more than that can bring it out … the attachment beyond husband-wife and parenthood … that, I remember … (Beyond physical manifestation, misinterpreted, misunderstood, and often overlooked, this is a facet of the prime expression, it is part of the learning process peculiar to the human experience.) … This is the goal in being human? To learn to do or be this? (Indirectly, that is correct. It is but part of a broad spectrum. One goal is to become the generator and transformer of such radiation. It is important that you perceive the scope and attunement of the recipient. The being on the desert was attuned and therefore was only the recipient, but neither transformer nor generator. The goal is generation and transformation only. Do you desire this pattern of perception to continue?) If I have smoothed enough to do so … (You have.) CLICK! We are lying around the protective defense circle of the encampment … it is night. Our bellies are full and our feet hurt from the long march. The fallen leaves are dry, and make a noise when we roll over. This would be bad if we were the outer guards, but we need