up here come and get me, and i was thinking about chasing after her (Ursula) but she was saying: up here in your brain—away from your throat; in your mind, up and in i caught a whiff of a conversation after I tried to strike up a conversation using three voices at once—(the third voice belonged to my nephew, as a child), but I couldn’t make anything out. I imagined that Ursula was born with a brain that had adapted a long ways ahead of mine, and that everything i had to work so hard to do she could do, already, by second nature. i wondered a little what i was missing out on, but i knew i had an exact address in heaven, and I’d get there soon enough. What is it about people that makes them so averse to thinking about natural questions that they work themselves to the bone to avoid thinking about it? They must feel that their questions cannot be answered—they’re just leading them down a rabbit hole.
They’re neanderthals, compared to me, and i wondered if I was a neanderthal compared to Ursula. Nevertheless I was confident that the amplitude we shared (this volume) united us in ways that we could not entirely understand. But I gathered that, with Ursula’s help, I’d wind up with the capacity—in heaven—to visit with people that shared this volume—people that, although equipped with different brains, nonetheless maxed out the intensity of their time period. In doing so, a bridge was formed, and nobody could ever take that away from us—that is to say—this amplitude we shared provided a conduit by which we could assimilate vast, if not infinite futures—and then take it back and share it with our families. Make no mistake, too, that a man from the past knows things that we, in this time period, could overlook—all that sitting around by the fire was most definitely conducive to telepathic communications, and so, for example, i had plenty of tools to work with if i could wake them up inside—i wasn’t as far from Ursula as i might’ve thought.
Ursula was ready to be the president—i was so excited (for the both of us), that i didn’t know how i was going to wait three more years; but maybe i wouldn’t have to—certainly Jack Daniels would do something that would oust him from office—certainly his VP and every republican after him would be impeached, too. The things that were happening in this country couldn’t stand—the entire country wasn’t addicted to methamphetamines (like the Germans were) and, because of that, you were never going to convince the whole country to follow you—that’s what made you dangerous. In our case a five dimensional civil war might take place—and the democrats—the forces of good, those that don’t do bad in order to do good, would persevere. That’s because city-folk were more democratic than country-folk, and, because of that, it was easier to unite and take a stand.
Ursula’s exact words: i didn’t choose to come to this earth, but i choose every day to be a part of its light now, i wasn’t exactly wallowing in darkness, so i didn’t quite know what to make of that; but i had been getting a feeling like a speck of pepper in my throat—which i interpreted as the future telling me that the future wasn’t available at that address. getting pepper in your throat was serious business—you lock up, you could choke to death—whatever. It was not good. i always tried to get out of my throat if i was projecting my voice and this happened to me—i tried, immediately, to get into the deepness of my brain, the place where the thoughts that i had were really coming from.
i had him in my sights Ursula said—and, knowing that Ursula opposed violence in any form for any reason, i could only assume that she was talking about her town hall on a cable news network, and my sense was that she got a taste of what it might be like to challenge Jack Daniels, and she liked it—and people liked her. I couldn’t have been happier—although, oddly enough, i didn’t want to watch her do it—she would have been preaching to the choir, and, furthermore, I try not to obsess over people. If they already take up a significant portion of my attention, then I let them do their thing, and tune in for the highlights.
But what i really wanted to do now was use Ursula’s brain—and the volume she was experiencing, to tap into a future that would include me without diminishing me—i wanted to get in there and let it out—translating when necessary, but, mainly, opening up the conduit that we all discover when we retire and eventually withdraw, or try not to withdraw, from the world. The main question, of course, was alien life—could they be so advanced that they could prove that heaven was real? That would change everything. I wanted to tap into alien knowledge—and i was going to use Ursula to do it.