This past week end I had occasion to stay at the The Grand Hyatt in NYC over Grand Central Station for work.
It was in the Fall of 1967 that I attended the Injineer’s Ball in that very same hotel with my beloved.
Made me very sad.
What can I say? If I knew then what I know now, would it have made a difference? If I knew then what I know now, could I have changed the course of history? Would I have lived with more zest knowing that the end was fast approaching?
Or, would by knowing, would something different have happened?
In my Great American Novel, CHURCH 10●19●62, I postulated an etherial “probabilities” machine.
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(Upon having his name invoked, Saint TAQ checked the Eternal Possibilities Machine, which generates all the possibilities for use in creating the alternative worlds. In all those probability lines where those three survived to lead the survivors, everyone died. Marie never was in a place and motivated to open the water valve. No one else would have found and read the directions. Saint Taq petitioned the Lord to soften Jody’s heart to Marie’s pain. And vice versa.)
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— CHURCH 10●19●62 (volume 1) page 45
Were I had such a thing to “know” the difference?
Sadly, we’ll never know.
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