This One’s About (_____)

This is being written to explain my sister’s most fundamental, the most important discovery ever made in human history so far by an indi­vidual. Her discovery—it is so shocking—stemmed from, as in every other sphere of life—a rude awaken­ing.

My sister, who made the discovery, was doing the driving. My mother was in the backseat with the attor­ney. I was in the front seat next to my sister—the discoverer!

We had the attorney in the backseat scrunched up. This is now thirteen years later, after our fierce journey that night—it was indeed at night.

My sister at the wheel—I forgot to mention she had a lame right arm and bad vision, which had been allowed to go uncorrected, and that, also, she had forgotten to turn the car headlights on. I forgot to say that it is easy to see how this resolved, but all quite obviously was not quite lost.

At the great speed I turned around whenever I wanted to take a look at the attorney when he made his statements. I did not get a look at my mother. In fact, did she ever speak?

At the great speed what did my sister say about everything that hung in the balance—that is—how we were doing, when the attorney told her to check her speed?

Strange as it sounds, I still do not know how clear the danger was then. Speaking for myself, I felt then, This is an important drama. If I were the driver, I would be questioning what our alternatives were for where ex­actly we were heading.

When she got out of the car, all that was real to my sister was the answers to the questions. At the begin­ning of life we are not in perfect harmony with the universe. I am fond of my sister’s idea, which is slowly gaining favor, that at the beginning of our life, when observers are observing any one of us, metaphorically speaking, they get sick. Most of the observers refuse to observe that all this all really has to do with is clothes!

And finally, a big thank you to Chuck Cohen in Highland Park, Illinois, because he gave my sister her idea!