My research assistant Jenny and I have been working together for over four years mostly concerned with the theory of evolution of humanity and mental firstvision perfection and their relation to real happenings in life. Most of this time, I would say because of her immaturity and young age, she has been oscillating between approval and disapproval of the subject matter of our study or discussion about it. Continuation of this behavior has made me to reach, at times the point of explosion.
“You know” I said finally, looking at her fiercely “I had thought you would be really excited by these ideas.”
“I am definitely interested. I guess I need some proof and evidence that what you say is true.”
“Experience is the evidence.” I responded briskly.
“What do you mean by that? “She asked calmly and undisturbed witnessing my emotional outburst.
“I mean that our experience validates my statements. When we truly reflect on how we feel inside, on how our lives are proceeding at this point in history, we can see that my ideas make sense; that they ring true. Now, doesn’t it make sense?” I asked, and continued without letting her to respond.
“Everyone is about as restless as I am, and our restlessness results from the simple vision, the simple awareness built up for many years, that there is really more to life than we know, more than we can experience.”
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I guess I need some time to think about it.” Walking slowly out of a small roadside restaurant where we just had something to eat, we had entered its beautiful garden outside. Possibly to change the subject of our conversation, she looked around and said with a softer tone “What beautiful flowers.” I looked around; one could not help but admire the rows of petunias and begonias which bordered an outdoor sitting area for customers. “Doesn’t this remind you of a similar occasion we were in years ago when we had just become acquainted?,” she asked.
Memories flooded my mind. A couple of years ago, when we lived in Madison, Wisconsin, we had routinely spent evenings together working and talking, taking a break here and there for relaxation and recreation. Yet, most of our discussions were about academic theories, psychological and mental growth. We both had been fascinated by the nature of our conversation and by each other. Yet, our relationship had always been purely platonic.
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