That's why humanity doesn't see the riches that lie at its feet, I reasoned. Indeed, no one can see what lies outside one's field of vision? Erica was right on that point. She was right about so many things. I felt grateful eventually, as I drove back into town, for the miracle to have met her at all. I felt grateful for her sharing and for the wondrous day that we have had together. In this way, gradually, the happiness that I had felt earlier was finally breaking through again. I knew that the love she had shared would likely remain as an echo in my thoughts, and would slowly change my life. Higher perceptions do tend to have this effect. Yes indeed, I welcomed this effect. I was looking forward to its unfolding.





      I drove back to the hotel. I parked the car. There was no way I could sleep now. Too much had happened. I didn't even bother to go to my room. I went for a walk, instead. To walked the dimly lit streets of the inner city. My thoughts were on that lovely woman called Erica, on her love, her smiles, the wonders of her ideas, and her dreams for humanity. Especially the paradox that prevented both of us from moving further was on my mind, with all the perplexing demands of our honesty with ourselves.

      As the night wore on, however, the other world re-emerged with new questions about my mission, about my loyalty to my country, my wife, and our goals and aspirations.

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