Now Mark Maclaine was a breathtaking boy. He was everything any 18-year-old girl could ever want. He was beautiful -- all boy -- strong, gentle. He had a motorcycle, a wallet, an apartment, nice roommates -- not quite as nice as Mark, but not bad -- and he adored me! A girl couldn't really ask for more.
Unfortunately for us both -- and I wasn't sure how it had come about, but at that time, I was literally in a different world. When I looked at Mark, I knew perfectly well how wonderful he was -- I also knew he didn't have the slightest, remotest inkling of the strange alter-dimension I had lately fallen into. Fallen into!! Yes! When Alice fell into the rabbit hole, down, down, down, landing in Wonderland, when the three siblings of "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe" passed through a wardrobe into Narnia -- well these are metaphors and apt metaphors at that, for the 'parallel dimension' that exists right here somewhere, right down a rabbit hole, right inside a closet.
Unwittingly, I had fallen in, and I was living in another kind of reality.
So, with all due regret regarding Mark, the new book by Julian Jaynes captured my attention and piqued my interest much more than Mark or any other boy could have.
Although I suspected that I'd gone "crazy", all along I was aware that this 'place' had much much more depth and significance as far as "reality" than the world that Mark Maclaine and everyone else inhabited. The only world I'd ever known up 'til then.
Looking out at Mark and anyone else however, I was disturbingly aware that they knew absolutely nothing of this other place. And that made me very frightened and unsettled, because I didn't know where I was either, I only knew I was as all alone as anyone ever could be.
I resolved to rush out and find a copy of "The Origin of Consciousness" and read it.
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