Invision

The idea at some point was to set up the machine like I used to do in the factory - the set-up man. Now they call it programming. Build unconscious programs. I am sure I built many of them, but over time don't remember doing it. But what do I care - the machine is working perfectly, giving me what I want, and why fix what ain't broke ? My body is a space ship and I am a tourist of this place. The ship can be set-up for optimum experience, and once done the mission is to maintain it in condition of optimum performance for maximum appreciation.

And in retrospect, 'where did Anka of the unconscious craving come from' ? would be the Freudian refrain. So I have come up with a theory. I took on a character watcher and evaluator usually called a conscience, and I think for most of the other kids it would have become god, but for me it was this one girl in the woods, with fire and smoke, and the farmer chasing us out of there. She would have come from back there in the time, of my first two wheeler bike, the Dick, Jane and Spot reader, and of three girls who were my neighbors.

In retrospect it could have been a Pagan ceremony, if I knew what a pagan ceremony was. Maybe I became a pagan around kindergarten time. It was a girl - four years older who lived next door, my four year older girl cousin, and her sister my same age, that lived two houses down the other way. At the school yard this girl next door got me seated on one of the big swings second grade.

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