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I’d forgotten, by all means take your break. And if I seem less humorous this evening it is only because sometimes it’s so difficult to get anything through your heads, even though you help me push.

(During break I also mentioned that I hoped Seth would discuss my sensations of last Saturday evening. I had the typewritten description on the table before me. Jane, her voice normal, resumed pacing in her stocking feet, and dictating at 10:02.)

When I speak through Ruburt I must disentangle the concept from the patterns, which sometimes leaves me with short ends because it is natural for me to experience the concepts in their entirety; and yet I must drop very important data by the wayside because you are not capable of handling it, except in consecutive form.

You see, to me these things are closely associated and connected in an overall concept pattern, and yet I must give them to you one at a time, and take pages to make the connection clear. One of mankind’s weaknesses has always been his impatience and his preoccupation with camouflage patterns on his plane. It is this impatience that made him attempt to know himself by examining the outside world, rather than exploring what was within himself.

(I had been having some back trouble. A spasm seized me now, so much so that I had to quit writing.)

(Jane had hypnotized me twice recently. The sessions had been very beneficial, giving me several days of freedom from pain after each session.)

Your physical time of seasons and tides, and night and day, is to me one of your most delightful camouflages, and if Ruburt will excuse my clumsy attempt at being poetical, I will say that physical time is like a delightful flowing gown that clothes psychological time with many different colors and materials and designs. It is a most faithful reproduction of psychological time, and one of your truest camouflages.