My Library

beside me. They seemed different, lighter. (We had to drop off the bodies.) I suddenly remembered. (No tricks, BB.) BB rolled. (No chance. She’s handling the ident. You and I just play follow-the-leader after her.) I focused intently on BB, and stretched. CLICK! We were hovering over a rolling landscape, at about ten thousand feet. Directly below us was what seemed to be the center of a lotus blossom, the outermost petals in magnificent glowing colors spreading out in all directions for five or six miles. Beyond these were descending tones of green, from the very light of a fresh new leaf to the rich dark of the lower tropical rain forest. She and BB were beside me. The woman vibrated. (This is one of the nicest.) I could see why. I opened. (Who did this?) (A group who wanted the area to give a percept of the beauty that began here. It was in existence when I came. Now others just take care of it.) I got a clean, clear percept. (The rest of the world, the earth, is it all like this?) (It has been restored to its original ecological balance, the way it was before humans upset it so severely. It’s all back together again, every tree, every plant, every animal … all of it.) (Plus a few improvements,) BB put in. (But it’s not all laid out in huge gardens such as this.) I focused on the woman. (Only a small part,) she came back. (The rest is made up of forests, woodlands, pastures, and prairies. Even the desert areas have been restored.) My percept had been quite clear. Humans had taken over Mother Nature’s work—with a few improvements. I didn’t need to ask the hows of it. The rote of the woman converting dirt into an ear of fresh sweet corn said it all. If a human could do that … I had to complete