My Library

junk, it’s just a game.) Some game. I had a clear percept on my dropping BB’s ident anyplace along the track. I would have lost and have been lost. I probably would have stayed lost, too, I’m sure. But it didn’t happen, and I got a strong percept to know the game before you get into it, certainly if it was played in KT-95. There was the other part, where and when the game took us. What was the effect of such energy as the two of us expended upon the areas we pushed through so indiscriminately and without purpose. How many ants did we destroy because we didn’t look or care where we stepped on the golf course fairway. What happened when a hundred played the game? The locals would consider such things natural disasters or God’s will, whether ants or archetypes. Either way, it’s a strange percept, possibly being such an instrument. One illustration of ultimate impersonality, perhaps. BB cut in. (Hey, you all right?) I opened. (Yeah, sure.) (You were closed and flickering. Had a percept you were going to skip back to that physical body again.) I opened and rolled. (No, no. Not yet, anyway.) (Why bother with it? Why go back at all? Leave it where it is.) I turned inward. The percept had come up more than once, to say the least, and so far I had rejected it. The first question always present was: What would I do or be if I did? There was still a missing element. I knew I could pass through the rings easily and I might hang around in one of the upper segments and participate. Plenty of interesting action there. Most if not all of it was focused on helping the human process work better. That seems a good and essential part of the training system, but it’s still preparation. Preparation for what? That was where the missing element came in. Those Last-Timers in the outer ring were going Home, but my percept Home had seemed to grow dimmer rather than clearer and cleaner as it was supposed to. I hadn’t visited There in a long, long time. I opened carefully. (Well, it’s, uh … I haven’t quite finished school, learning yet … and I need a physical body to do it.)