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From: William Weber <koran@mindspring.com>
Date: Wed, 26 Mar 1997 13:44:08 -0500
Fwd Date: Thu, 27 Mar 1997 07:16:55 -0500
Subject: Re: EL/TST

UFO UpDates - Toronto wrote:

> Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 20:34:52 -0500
> To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <updates@globalserve.net>
> From: Jerry Cohen <rjcohen@li.net>
> Subject: Re: UFO UpDate: Re: EL/TST

Hi Errol,

I'm an FOV (friend of Velez), and have been lurking on this list for a
while. <G> After reading the Dennis to Velez post, the Velez to Dennis
reponse, the Greg to Dennis post, and the Dennis to Greg response, I ran
across this wonderful passage in an otherwise crummy book.  I thought
I'd share it.  Perhaps the proof without the experience is as difficult
to come by as the subject of the following...

"Children are not like us. They are beings apart: impenetrable,
unapproachable. They inhabit not our world but a world we have lost and
can never recover. We do not remember childhood - we imagine it. We
search for it, in vain, through layers of obscuring dust, and recover
some bedraggled shreds of what we think it was. And all the while the
inhabitants of this world are among us, like aborigines, like Minoans,
people from elsewhere safe in their own time-capsule.
I used to take Lisa for walks in the woods near Sotleigh when she was
five and six, shedding Jasper's mother and the bovine Swiss au pair
girl. She amused and intrigued me - this small unreachable alien
creature locked in her amoral pre-literate condition with no knowledge
of past or future, free of everything, in a state of grace. I wanted to
know how it felt. I would question her, craftily, with adult sophistry,
with the backing of Freud and Jung and centuries of perception and
opinion. And she would slip away from me, impervious, equipped with her
own powers of evasion, with Indian lore, with techniques of camouflage."

Sincerely,
Bill