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The water analogy intrigues me, though it can’t be followed too far without leading to distortions. [...]

[...] After each turn through the living room, Jane had been pausing to look out one of our windows at the rather busy intersection of Water and Walnut Streets, one house away. [...]

[...] How is it that as living creatures we’re made up of ingredients — atoms of iron, molecules of water, for instance — from a supposedly dead world? [...]

[...] This is always done, of course, with the idea that the right combination of simple ingredients (water, methane, ammonia, et al.) in the test tube, stimulated by the right kind of energy under just the right conditions, will automatically produce life. [...]

[...] There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of man’s feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.

“Information can rarely flow like crystal-clear water, with the medium [as] a faucet to be turned off and on at will. [...]

[...] The cause and effect theory being the result of continuity holds no water. [...]

[...] Each of those mythical domains eventually sank beneath the waters in a great cataclysm; each perished more than 10,000 years ago. [...]

Water rushes down the hillside into the valley, and there is a constant give-and-take between the village below, say, or the meadows, and the mountain. [...]

[...] There was a wrench, almost painful, a click at the back of my neck and I found myself flying through a window at seemingly incredible speed, out of the house at second floor level, gaining altitude and heading over Water Street toward the mountains in the distance. [...]

[...] The experience during psychological time, involving your own image by a body of water, was a most valid clairvoyant experience, in that you have not as yet visited this particular spot, and it was a glimpse into what you prefer to call the future.

(Jane also announced that at various times during the past two or three weeks, she had had the feeling of her left foot or hand—never the right—being plunged in hot water. [...]

(Jane and I were also interested in the fact that we’d seldom been on Foster Avenue, even though it lay within comfortable walking distance of the apartment house we lived in on Water Street; nor could either of us recall having noticed the “Foster Avenue place” before. [...]

(As I drove east on Water Street, heading for the center of Elmira, Jane exclaimed again and again over the new beauty she was discovering in her world. [...]

(458 W. Water

[...] The sky and air moved constantly, perhaps like very heavy jellied water, with the trees stuck in like huge seaweed. [...]

[...] A tumbler, partially filled with water. [...]

As temperatures in various depths of ocean change, and as even the color of the water and of the flora and fauna change, so too in our value climate there are quality changes, and senses equipped to project and perceive the changes. [...]

[...] Just then I could also see a rocket hitting the water and heard the siren go off at base. [...]

It is the dream we are after, the dream experience in all the vividness that we can capture, and if you are going to get a watered-down version in any case, then you may as well continue with your present method (of writing them down in the morning) and save your sleep.

[...] The drinking of pure water also facilitates projection, although for obvious reasons, the bladder should be empty. [...]

[...] Seth said in a session that the boy had been a sailor in several past lives and still regarded death by water as preferable to dying on land. [...]