and time. He said that man is not wholly comprised of the as a dark or sinister side of the brain, but rather as thrillingnphysical continuum, noting that “clairvoyants may detect evidenceoftheway our ordinary real-life world is enhanced,nhidden things at great distance. Some of them perceive As we ponder the existence and proliferation of thesenevents which have already happened or which will take place private worlds, we are compelled to ask: what drives humannin the future.” beings? How many of our choices and actions are decidednFor my part, I believe there is a ghostly kingdom of the’ by these other worlds inside us, the worlds apart fromnmind that we are in contact with but cannot truly compre- reasoned consideration of decisions? Rosaline Shevachnhend. The human mind seems to be full of echoes of Diamant observed in the May 1988 Atlantic that “humannsounds made long ago, scenes that are beyond the limits of beings are the only species that can elaborate mentalnour travel or reading. The concoctions of the brain some- processes called fantasies into the intricate mental structuresntimes seem to be based on experiences that are completely that enable us to organize our lives.” A danger that wenbeyond memory or artful construction, as though we had sometimes face is that what we regard as pragmatic decisiontappednan ancient reservoir of vision and feeling. Have they making has its roots in fantasy, in the private worlds of thensurfaced from some unknown past? The question must mind that should remain private and apart from ournoccur to many people. Experiences we do not recognize real-world existence.nseem to speak to us from afar. I have often wondered The past, therefore, has never really been abolished, andnwhether I hear the voices of ancestors calling out to me we may even have openings into the future through ournwhen I respond to a situation in a particular way, a way that explorations of these private worlds — private worlds thatnseems to have been ordained long ago. This is all a part of a enrich our lives by adding to the wonder of humannmystery that we shan’t unravel, the enigma of the potential existence,nof the human mind. These archetypes ought not to be seen <^nLe Trucheman Des Boulimiesnby Peter RussellnHer face dawns through the jet of tressesnLike a white sail coming into viewnIn ebony clouds of night’s seascape.nFirst glimpse of her beauty is born in pain,nA storm of sobs, a rain of tears.nBlack jonquil drenches a petulant rose.nAll other beauties in her shadow quenched.nThought itself denigrates the order of her perfection.nThought is a coarse seine for catching sparks.nHow can such subtlety be nettednIn the crude mesh of the eye?nPersisting marvel escapes the lattice of thought.nIn eyes’ diapositive cannot be caught.nShe is above description. Each attemptnCircumscribes not her but her descriptions’nPale. If someone, intent on a more profound study.nWould lower his sight and talknIn the natural Sanskrit of ordinary lovenScience would sprout from delight and the eyenChange to a jonquil gifted with sight.nOthers, blind scholars, will think about itnAnd do nothing. People think that the ShaykhnShould work miracles and have illuminations.nWhat’s needed in the teacher is onlynThat he be possessed of the pupils’ need.nnnSEPTEMBER 1991/29n