Post by Greg Goss Post by D B Davis Post by Butch Malahide
Has no one mentioned "Correspondence Course" by Raymond F. Jones?
This story's almost the Cliff Notes version of the Steven Dalt and Pard
mind meld in _Healer_ (Wilson). The illustration of the "meeting of
minds" is entertaining.
The narrative about Jim Ward's cane reminds me of _Smiley's People_
(le Carré). Right before his assassination, a General Vladimir leaves an
X-marks-the-spot behind in the the dirt when he changes his walking
stick (and its stick marks in the dirt) from his /right/ side to his
/left/ side. (Vlad's found dead with the stick in his left hand.)
Now that you mention the "mind meld" phrase, we remember stashing
Spock into Kirk while the woowoo of the next movie reconstitutes his
_The Man in the High Castle_ (PKD) doesn't have "woowoo" nor "woo." It
"It does not have wabi," Paul said, "nor could it ever. But - "
He touched the pin with his nail. "Robert, this object has wu."
"I believe you are right," Childan said, trying to recall
what wu was; it was not a Japanese word - it was Chinese. Wisdom,
he decided. Or comprehension. Anyhow, it was highly good.
"The hands of the artificer," Paul said, "had wu, and
allowed that wu to flow into this piece. Possibly he himself knows
only that this piece satisfies. It is complete, Robert. By
contemplating it, we gain more wu ourselves. We experience the
tranquility associated not with art but with holy things. I recall
a shrine in Hiroshima wherein a shinbone of some medieval saint
could be examined. However, this is an artifact and that was a
relic. This is alive in the now, whereas that merely remained. By
this meditation, conducted by myself at great length since you
were last here, I have come to identify the value which this has in
opposition to historicity. I am deeply moved, as you may see."
"Yes," Childan said.
"To have no historicity, and also no artistic, esthetic worth,
and yet to partake of some ethereal value - that is a marvel. Just
precisely because this a miserable, small, worthless-looking blob;
that, Robert, contributes to its possessing wu. For it is a fact
that wu is customarily found in least imposing places, as in the
Christian aphorism, 'stones rejected by the builder.' One
experiences awareness of wu in such trash as an old stick, or a
rusty beer can by the side of the road. However, in those cases,
the wu is within the viewer. It is a religious experience. Here,
an artificer has put wu into the object, rather than merely
witnessed the wu inherent in it." He glanced up. "Am I making
"Yes," Childan said.