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"What better reason could one invent for having a party than honoring a visitor who had traveled quintillions of miles in more ways than one?" announced Martin as we entered.
We celebrated Wendy's arrival in style, that is, in our style, until the sun came up.
"Excuse me for being so nosy, but what had changed your mind about coming?" Olaf asked Wendy before leaving.
Wendy hesitated. The glare of the morning sun had made her eyelids heavy.
"We escaped from the Gestapo," I replied on her behalf and told Olaf how we were arrested, dragged into a cellar, and then brutally interrogated.
"No, no, I had thought about that earlier," said Wendy. "My mind was made up when we were propositioned in Rio. I had had enough when the abundance of prostitutes everywhere had made it impossible for one to dress up a bit daring and exciting without being propositioned for it. That was worse than getting arrested. But if I had known what your world is like, I would have had much better reasons to come."
"I can see that," remarked Heisenberg, "except you couldn't have known, then."
Olaf smiled and scratched his head.
"Don't knock the prostitutes," said Heisenberg moments later. "What people can buy, they don't need to take by force. Not every person lives in the same sphere. Different perceptions generate different needs, and those needs must be supplied one way or another, or else a person withers away emotionally."
"What sphere?" asked Wendy, surprised.
"Mental spheres; subsets of reality; you know what I mean, different mentalities in which love or sex mean different things," said Heisenberg, "from the grossest form of passion to the most esoteric experiences imaginable. Prostitution has a place somewhere in that world of unmet needs, and so has the advanced sexuality that can't be referenced by material convention."
Wendy nodded and smiled.
"Hey, when did you ever get involved with that subject," said Martin, grinning at Heisenberg. "You're a physicist, not a...."
"Heisenberg isn't really his name," Olaf interrupted Martin, looking at Wendy with a grin. "His real name is Miller!" He began to laugh.
"The Miller, as in the Bohr/Miller?" I asked surprised.
Olaf nodded.
"I always thought it was you who invented the breakthrough technology that got all of this started," I said to Olaf who admired Bohr and emulated him. "Well, in this case I'm not surprised," I said to Miller who had adopted the name Heisenberg. "A scientific technologist can't be blind to what's happening around him, he must be sensitive to all facets of reality. If he wasn't, he would be merely a technician."
"Thanks, buddy!" Heisenberg replied. "See Martin!" he said, "I have friends!" Heisenberg grinned at Martin with a self-satisfied grin.
"He is right," Olaf replied to Wendy on the subject of prostitution. "I don't see it as a crime that some people don't grow up as fast as others do, or never grow up at all. It's sad, for them to have to rely on physical sex. But that's not the point, is it? My point is that when people become drawn away from the real universe by debating these trivial issues, they loose their grasp on reality. They loose their grasp on what really counts. This loss can destroy entire societies in the space of days. I have seen this time and time again. I have seen such types of silly cultures that never get anywhere. They remain locked into a sphere of conflict that they lost the inner strength to get out of. That strength has been drained out of them by diseducation carried on for decades upon decades. They've become babies!"
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Stories about
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from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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