My Library

tree is dead ahead and the tan panther runs right up the side of it and I follow, digging in claws, pulling up, and digging in claws. It is waiting for me, sitting casually on a thick branch … I pull up beside it, sit back … he waves his tail … and I wave mine in reply. (Pretty good for a beginner, RAM.) I am too stimulated to reply. I am remembering the great sense of power in my muscles, sorting out the massive input that had come through my senses … how could humans have ignored and distorted such profound perceptions … have picked up so little of it when a lower animal … lower?… picked up so much. (Have to go down now.) The tan panther stands up, turns, and walks down the tree to the ground … walks down! I didn’t know cats could do that, they always back down … I stand up, and slowly back down, jumping the last eight feet easily. (Just lie down under the tree, near the trunk. Then pull a short skip, very short.) I lie down in the tall grass, and very reluctantly reach and stretch. CLICK! We were hovering just above the ground, and I looked down. Below us, breathing shallowly and slowly, lying in the grass, was the body of the tan panther … and another panther body, a darker brown one, which I had occupied. Beside me, BB rolled. (Liked it, huh?) I vibrated. (Wonderful!) (Well, we got one more for you to sample. This one, NA, uh, she picked out. She was sure it was your kind of stuff. You’ll be alone, but she said you would know what to do. I’ll just guide you there. Ready?) Wondering what she would pick, I reached and stretched. CLICK!