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have betrayed my agitation to him, for as I watched in near disbelief I saw him move his hand to the pocket of his jacket and with a faultlessly
smooth motion remove his name tag and drop it into his pocket. He did not even interrupt the animated German conversation he was carrying
on with the person sitting to his right. I looked away, trying to pretend that I was unaware of him, had noticed nothing. The house lights
dimmed and Manfred Eigen, magnificent with his swept back shock of white hair, began his lecture.
My mind raced. Was it all true then? Here he was! This was a Planck Institute event. It must all be true. He recognized me! And he was intent
on concealing his identity! I felt completely weird as I scribbled a note outlining the situation and handed it to Dennis and to Ev. They both
responded with looks that said plainly "Are you losing it, or is this a joke?" I sat there in the dark pondering the situation. Whatever Eigen was
saying I would have to get it off Dennis's hand-held tape recorder later. I finally figured, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I knew there would
be an opportunity to approach him immediately following the lecture. That was when I would make my move.
While Eigen brought his talk to a brilliant conclusion, I fidgeted. As the applause died down and the lights went up, people began to move
toward the exits. Heintz was about fifty feet away talking animatedly to a couple of rather toad-like colleagues. But I could see that he was
watching me, and as I began to approach he excused himself and began to move toward me. It was transparently
clear to me that this maneuver was executed to make certain that we would be alone and our conversation unheard when we met. I moved
directly into his oncoming path.
"Dr. Heintz. I believe that we met on Timor." I extended my hand.
Ignoring my outstretched hand, he smiled broadly, but the schmiss perceptibly reddened. "Heintz? Heintz? My name is not Heintz. And I have
never been in Kupang."
Then he turned quickly and rejoined his departing colleagues, adding to their animated assessment of Eigen's performance. The word
"Kupang" rang in my ears. The bastard was rubbing my nose in it!
As the king said to Mozart, "So there you have it." Madman, a creature of my fevered imagination, a charlatan, or the tip of a Nazi iceberg of
scheming dreamers? To this I have no answer. That's how it is with the cosmic giggle.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SAY WHAT DOES
IT MEAN?
In which I attempt to link our experiences to a science that is anything but normal.
THOUGH HAVING LEFT the Amazon, this wild and woolly tale continues on a little further. It is time to try to distill some conclusions out
of the ideas that were generated in La Cho-rrera. A model of the world is a way of seeing, and to assimilate the timewave theory that was
forced upon us there is to see the world differently. My approach has been to grant the possibility that the theory is true. It may someday be
disproved, but until then, I shall believe it, albeit with tongue in cheek. Perhaps, if it is given a hearing, others will strengthen and
contextualize the idea. Many good ideas simply perish for lack of a context. But this idea proposes a fundamental reconstruction of the way in
which we see reality. And it can be taught. It fulfills my spiritual aspirations because it is understanding, simply and purely understanding.
The theory elaborated in the wake of the experiment at La Chorrera doesn't deny any body of knowledge; it augments. There is an argument
for it on the physical level, though the idea is very complicated, touching as it does on areas involving quantum physics, submolecular
biology, and the DNA structure. These notions are
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