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The first draft of page17.htm contained
a hugely revisionist version of the three words my teacher had placed
in my mind – "That was stupid!" I wrote
five days ago, knowing those words were inaccurate. And so page17.htm
rested for five days, slightly inaccurate, though mostly unread,
because these pages have no publicity, and almost no traffic. For
five days I stopped writing here, waiting, though I knew not for
what.
Then in one of our meetings of Seekers of Truth, I gazed around
that evening's slightly lopsided circle: Al sat across from about
three of us, by himself for some reason. To his right were Dave,
Ralph, Marlyn, then along the backside of the carpenter's unit,
David, Patty and me, and to my right, David Daniels. I think there
were eight of us.
It was near the end of the meeting, the time when Al usually embarks
on a new subject, without enough time left to truly address that
subject. Instead, I did.
"I had a really bizarre wish when I was a teenager,"
I began, "It's almost too embarrassing to mention."
I looked around the room as I continued speaking.
"I wanted to be blind!" I exclaimed, "and then I'd
have a seeing-eye dog and all ... I think there was even a
TV show at the time about some blind Kung Fu master or something,
who really knew how to kick people around."
"You know, your stepfather tried to castrate you," David
Daniels said, "and as his agent, you were trying to help him,
by castrating your own senses and abilities."
Then he spoke three words, which also seemed to fly through the
back of my head: "Don't do that!" he said, touching
my mind lightly.
Next morning I realized, those were the exact three words he had
placed in my mind some five years earlier, so I duly updated the
first draft of page17.htm, replacing
my interpretation of a memory, "That was stupid!"
with the real memory, "Don't do that!"
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