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Chapter 13 an airplane. It is curving and becoming somewhat larger. Do I not recall seeing something like that not too long ago; in fact, very recently? What is all this confusion in my mind, anyhow? Why is it that the essence of these thoughts remains paramount in my mind, and what should be important has turned to mere slow, plodding motion on earth? That star has really become bigger now. It is not only curving, but spiraling downward, right above me. Just look. It has gone completely out, like a phantom. Was it real in the first place? Am I trying to comprehend the in- comprehensible? Is it my sense of doom that calls forth my intuitive wisdom? But why should the wind begin to blow? Does it know my thoughts and respond to them? The leaves fly away from near that tree. Is it a whirlwind? There is a glow there. Now there is a ghostly sphere. It reminds me of the ship, the ship that “she” mentioned. “She?” I believe in my dream it was “Launie.” But Adam was not dreaming. The ship emerged into full view, a perfect sphere. A dark area appeared in it, and from this a ramp seemed to extend down to the ground, from which a lovely lady mood . 1 “Adam, we know you have fully decided of your own free will, but tell me as confirmation to yourself, do you still wish to go into the sun, and probably out again?” Now he knew her for sure. It was Aleva, the Aleva of his realistic “dream.” At last he was her own, and she was his; but “Yes, in all humility, I wish to go into the sun whether I come out again or not; it does not matter to me, nor will it to 187 INTO THE SUN AND OUT AGAIN Ah, look at that star far above, he said to himself. It has decided to move and roam about the heavens. It is not a meteorite, nor is it walked, or waltzed. only if he agreed to go into the sun. He must answer her.