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Frederick Pollack
When the alien came
(he was One), we learned we had understood nothing about the stellar wind and quantum kibitzing. He had received our Word. Asked reverently to see the tombs of (name garbled), the great peacemaker; the female healer who outtalked disease; the plutocrat samurai bunny who had ended poverty, post-seppuku; the soap martyrs. As well as living happy masses. These were the shows, our shows, that had come through to him. In fact he had assumed we were “the Greys,” lissome, small, big-eyed, and asked what we had done with them. |