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Karina
Lynn
electrons
Russian
falter
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Apropos of our discussion concerning time.
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(“Every time we get on this subject something happens,” I said. I read to Jane what she’d just given so far. “Is that clear?”
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Your own focus is so precisely and finely tuned that despite all of that activity, objects appear solid. Period. Now objects are also events, and perhaps that is the easiest way to understand them. They are highly dependent upon your own subjective focus. Let that focus falter for a briefest amount of time, and the whole house of cards would come tumbling down, so to speak.
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When you change the past from each point of the latest-present, you are also changing events at the most microscopic levels. Your intent has also an electronic reality, therefore. It is almost as if your thoughts punched the keys of some massive computer, for your thoughts do indeed have a force. New sentence: Even as sentences are composed of words, there is no end to the number of sentences that can be spoken — so “time” is composed of an endless variety of electronic languages that can “speak” a million worlds instead of words.
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(“How about saying something about Karina?” I’d heard the Russian lady sounding off a few times this afternoon during the session.)
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(4:00. Jane had a cigarette. “He means he’ll be back,” she said. “I thought that stuff on time was fantastic. There’s something you have when you’re doing it that you don’t have when you read it afterward, when you’re outside of it. When you’re doing it you’re inside of it.”
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(I told Jane after Lynn left that she could continue with the material on time if she preferred. Resume at 4:21.)
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(4:32 p.m. Jane had a cigarette. Yesterday had been one of Karina’s bad days — her worst, in fact, as far as we could tell. She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. It had been more than a little disturbing. At the time I’d wondered if she was on the downgrade, for I didn’t remember her calling out so steadily in weeks past. I’d thought her driving herself until she was hoarse was a late — or last — confrontation with a world that she might soon be leaving …)