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16<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
“Before you came out here, you were pretty sure about things.”<br />
“Things?”<br />
“History. Reality. People.”<br />
“Yah. I guess. I don’t know. I think I’m pretty ignorant really. <strong>The</strong>re are people I<br />
knew back in Boston who were really smart. <strong>The</strong>y made me feel ashamed.”<br />
“What did they know that you don’t?”<br />
“Well it was like you said. About history & people & all that.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s a lot more, Davey.”<br />
I started slowly. Huxley. Heinlein. Leary. Alan Watts. Jung. You read what I told<br />
you to. At night I trained your tongue & fingers to do as I liked.<br />
Eventually I’d taught you everything up to a point.<br />
I didn’t tell you what I wasn’t sure of. I held back a lot.<br />
You don’t know who I am. You don’t know who you are yet.<br />
It will change.<br />
David led us deeper into the woods. He was running.<br />
“It will be different this time,” he said. He’d mixed up a batch of acid OJ that we all<br />
knew was far more potent than any but him had done. We were already high from dosing<br />
earlier in the day.<br />
“We’ll do it right this time,” he said, & he was smiling. We all shared this large stone<br />
mug. “Thou Art Godd,” he said.<br />
Now we were far deeper into the woods than ever before, & we were running. Davey<br />
was never much of a runner before, but now he was flat out. He ran without slowing or<br />
stumbling, like he knew where we were & where we were going. <strong>The</strong> rest of us stumbled<br />
along, somehow keeping up, even after we were agreeing in some kind of collective telepathy<br />
that we were passing through years as well as trees.<br />
Passing through trees, through trees, trees, lights, stars. No longer running but still<br />
moving, so telepathic now it’s like the five of us were in a mental spaceship travelling along<br />
in a way beyond speed.<br />
“Davey, where are we going?”<br />
“We’re going to get it right this time. I love you all.”<br />
“We love you too, Davey. Are you OK?”<br />
“I’m fine.”<br />
“Are we going to find Suzanne? That’s it, isn’t it?”<br />
“Better than that. She knows. She’ll be there.”<br />
“That’s great, Davey. We’re so happy for you.”<br />
“She’ll be there for all of you too.”<br />
“Where, Davey?”<br />
“And when?”<br />
“It’s not like that really. It will be OK. We’ll be together. <strong>The</strong>re will be trees. It won’t<br />
be like it was.”<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
He’s coming to get me. I’ve been waiting thirty years for him. <strong>The</strong>re’s nothing else<br />
left. I’m ready.<br />
David Time puts the gun down, unfired, on his bedstand. His friends stand around<br />
the bed where he sits.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005