As the Tiny Bit or Red Fades From the Sky, the Narrator Ponders What to Do.
“I wish I knew what to say to him. Or what to ask. He seems so close at times, and yet the closeness has nothing to do with what is asked or said. Then at other times he seems very far away and sort of watching me from some vantage point I don’t see. And then sometimes he’s just childish and there’s no relation at all. .. Sometimes, when thinking about this, I thought that the idea that one person’s mind is accessible to another’s is just a conversational illusion, just a figure of speech, an assumption that makes some kind of exchange between basically alien creatures seem plausible, and that really the relationship of one person to another is ultimately unknowable. The effort of fathoming what is in another’s mind creates a distortion of what is seen. I’m trying, I suppose, for some situation in which whatever it is emerges undistorted. The way he asks all those questions, I don’t know.“ (End Chapter. 25.)
Brownlee Camp Ground 18 miles West of Cambridge, ID. (Better photo needed.)
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(Photo = 104-0418c ...... ZMM Page = 269 ...... WayPt = 296i2 4382ft. Photo at WayPt = 067w ~0660ft)