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As far as you are personally concerned, Joseph, you became alarmed by what seemed to you to be certain implications when you carried Ruburt in the bathroom. You feared this made it too easy for him. You were afraid that then he would not try to resume making it on his own. And you also did not trust your own body to perform adequately under such a situation—hence your own personal discomfort.

The chair made it easier for Ruburt than it had been earlier. It made him more a part of the process. You both understood that situation rather clearly at certain levels. As far as his condition is concerned, its most pivotal aspects are being dealt with: the mechanics of walking and motion. Again, the body knows what it is doing. It is as if the springs or inner mechanics of motion had been tightly held back, so that as they are being relieved there is considerable inequality, unpredictable springing motion—a loosening here and a tightening there momentarily, as if before he had been too tightly wound (deliberately).

Your person-to-person encounters with reality have been unusually supportive of late: Adams, Frank, your new friends the Germans, and even your encounter with the photographer. These encounters in their own ways are meant to show you that other people do indeed mean well, that they send good wishes in your directions (long pause), and the small clues mentioned earlier are meant, again, to remind you of the inner unity and correspondences beneath events.

(8:46 PM. “I know what he said,” Jane laughed, “but I don’t know whether I can concentrate upon doing it.” I felt the same way: “I could go right back to bed.”

(The evening seemed to be quite warm and humid. It wasn’t quite dark yet. “Just for kicks,” I told Jane, “I almost asked Seth to say something about Israel and Iraq, but I didn’t....” We’d read late this afternoon, then saw on the TV news as we ate supper, that on Sunday Israeli warplanes had destroyed the almost-completed nuclear reactor at Baghdad, Iraq. “The Iranians must be jumping for joy,” I said to Jane when I first saw the headlines in the newspaper. Iran is at war with Iraq. “You’ve got to give the Jews credit,” I added. “When they see what they regard as a true danger to their homeland, they do something about it, no matter what others may think.” I thought of their daring raid to free their countrymen and women held hostage at Entebbe, Uganda, a few years ago; that event was also mentioned in tonight’s newscasts.