||Baker Sipapu 56 "Jim, I'm not getting through to youl I have experienced the highest form of love, the absolute ultimate, in communication. No substitute is thinkable! I had to learn a whole new concept of loving. I couldn't kiss Rain as I had kissed other girls. Sometimes she would kiss me on the lips, softly like the fly-by of a butterfly's wing. She threw me kisses from six inches to across the cave. She would sometimes kiss her fingertips a dozen times and stitch them up my arm. "When I clasped her too close, or kissed her too ardently, she just was not there anymore. I still held her body, and it was alive, but her inner essence, her spirit, was withdrawn. When I backed off or relaxed my clasp, she was there again. The only way I can think to describe this is to point out the difference in people. You have seen some that are sensitive, smart and with an inner glow that shows. Then there are others, stolid and stupid; in them any idea higher than food or shelter would die aborning. But the others just live on a higher plane, have an added dimension in living. "That was the way Rain was in loving, she lived in a more refined culture than I, but she was teaching me. I had learned some of the basics, but I felt like I stood on the plain looking at mountains to conquer. But if I could cleanse myself of my mortality, we could have eternity to do it. Through my instant un-faith, I lost it.