"How about you re-writing your ending with Heather in the way it should have been written, Peter?" Ushi interrupted. "You certainly blew it with Heather on the last day you had together. The question is, would you do the same mistake all over again? Or would you act correctly if you had a second chance? In this case, how would you rewrite the story of your love? Ask yourself, Peter, if you would really be able to find a way to bring Heather home with you today, to your wife, knowing that you had some rather intense sexual intimacies with Heather? Would you break that Cinderella story?"

      "The question is a rather simple one, isn't it?" I replied. "How would one expect the most advanced species in the known universe to react in such a situation? How would a society of human beings have to react at the sublime level of its self-discovery? That's where we discover ourselves as human beings of a common humanity. Thus, we must ask ourselves as members of that society if we would commit ourselves to play out the Cinderella story? I don't think we would play it out at all. It's too small a story. It's too limited."

      Ushi applauded. "Yes, Peter, you must find your answer to your puzzle in that answer you just gave. I also think the answer isn't a tough one. Indeed, Peter, would it be actually possible at the sublime level not to invite Heather into your home until she found a new place to stay? Would a sublime person possibly withhold that invitation? I think the answer is obvious, isn't it? This might mean that you should have phoned ahead, letting Sylvia know, and then have invited Heather to come to your house long before she tore herself apart inside and walked out on you out of sheer desperation. And even without phoning ahead, you still should have been able to bring Heather home with you for a few days or weeks. This would have been expected in a sublime world, even inevitable. It should have been impossible not to do it."

      "No, no, no," I interrupted her. "What you suggest wouldn't have worked. I might even have tried this if Heather had not left. I certainly would do this today if I had a chance to do it again, in the light of the great urgency that we face to create a breakthrough in relating to one-another as human beings. Nevertheless it probably wouldn't work, even now. It is unrealistic to assume that this sort of thing could be made to work. We've moved backwards on this front for far too long. We can't bridge all this in a single step. I knew this then. Heather seemed to have had a sense of that too, as her letter indicates."

      "That's why the impasse occurred," said Ushi. "We don't allow ourselves to move with the imperatives of universal principle. This is not a case of stepping out of a wrong history. It is a case of starting a brand new and correct train of history, creating a New World.

      "Heather's reaction would likely be the same today," I interjected. "And what about Sylvia's reaction? I can't imagine what her reaction would have been had I brought Heather home with me. Not even the most extraordinary woman would be able to deal with this kind of situation, as a wife. As you said yourself, she would be emotionally devastated if I imposed this on her. Some time in the future this may become possible, but not now. Unfortunately, time is running out for mankind. We are reaching an impasse that is becoming evermore impossible to resolve while billions of lives hang in the balance and the world remains tied into knots in terms of finding a solution."

      "What has time got to do with that?" Ushi asked. "Do principles change over time? What is possible in time is possible today. You say it wouldn't be possible today for society to act as sublime human beings. I say it would be possible to solve the entire problem from A to Z if we gave ourselves half a chance, certainly your little problem that you find so impossible to resolve. And, Peter, I can prove it to you."

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