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This tale, I admit, is far more difficult to understand than a simple story of God’s creation of the world, or its actual production in a meaningless universe through the slippery hands of chance—and yet my story is more magnificent because elements of its truth will find resonance in the minds and hearts of those open enough to listen. [...]

[...] There will be, perhaps, a chance meeting that will result in a hasty trip. [...]

[...] He was willing to take a chance, therefore he was not quite as determined upon safety above all. [...]

[...] You were still plagued by remnants of self-disapproval and self-condemnation, however, yet the spontaneous self in each of you managed to push here and there and blaze forth whenever you gave it a chance, with some quite outstanding results.

[...] The word, onomatopoeia (there is a chance the first letter should be A instead of O) comes closest to explaining the inner nature of such sounds.

(It wasn’t until we were back in Elmira that I realized Jane and I had missed a great chance to use our abilities. [...]

[...] 1 had already been shut down for refueling.] By now the situation is much more serious, however: There’s a chance of catastrophic “meltdown” of the uranium fuel rods in the damaged reactor’s core — the worst possible accident that can occur in such circumstances short of an explosion, and a kind that proponents of nuclear power have long maintained “almost certainly cannot happen.” [...]

[...] Federal nuclear safety advisors call the dilemma “stable,” and today the President visited Three Mile Island in an effort to reassure people — yet the chance of a meltdown of the overheated reactor core of Unit No. [...]

[...] In stating that the universe is an accidental creation, however, a meaningless chance conglomeration formed by an unfeeling cosmos, it states quite clearly its belief that the universe and man’s existence has no value. [...]

[...] The one-to-one feeling of involvement with nature operated strongly here; they would take their chances then on individual bases. [...]

[...] It seemed further that there might be a chance that a bed there was opening up. [...]

(“No, I haven’t had a chance to think. [...]

[...] I just want a chance to think about it.” [...]

(These notes give me a chance to hint at another in the series of “house connections” that Jane and I have become so much aware of this month — for there is a close professional relationship between the owner of the Foster Avenue house and the real estate agency through which we’re buying the house on the hill. [...]

(Today Jane received a call from John Pitre of Franklin, Louisiana, concerning John’s ill wife Peg; thus there was a chance Seth would talk about Peg, but this did not develop.

The increased activity and the release of impulses with these sessions, and your pendulum work, are once again arousing Ruburt’s body and mind, and your own, so that you have an excellent chance now for Ruburt to recover. [...]

This is the adult’s chance to understand and emotionally exorcise parental ghosts from the child’s past. [...]

There is in the world of probabilities a good chance that you will very seriously consider marriage toward the end of a two-year period. [...]

(In earlier deleted material, Seth told us that Jane’s slower physical motions since the publication of The Seth Material was, in part, caused by her desire to slow down to give me a chance to catch up to her own success, etc., through my painting.)

[...] He put security in financial terms above everything, took no chances at all along those lines, and despite this, of course, is not making much money because his heart was, with the painting, most largely abandoned.

[...] Instead, however, you stayed, supposedly to aid your parents, but this was largely an excuse because you were afraid to take the chance and paint full-time and also afraid to give up the regular money, even though you had no rent to pay.