Celeste has a perplexed and somewhat upset expression on her face as she returns: "James Redfield was talking about a changing atmosphere of human cooperation. He was trying to show how humans could grow into something larger than what we are. He was showing us these things by showing us insights into our own true motivations."

Kent: "No ma’am, he was hoping he could change us by teaching us a truth. And by working this truth into a story, he hoped he could misdirect or suspend our disbelief in the very real metaphysical aspects of life. By presenting the truth in such a way that it would suspend and misdirect that disbelief long enough for us to listen and consider his teachings."

Celeste: "You're a cynic."

Kent: "No ma’am, not in the least. On the one hand you have all the things we can put into ourselves. But on the other, you have what happens to those things when they filter through us. Between these two phenomena are all the possibilities in the world.

"Look at the world around you. Can't you see the utter turmoil in which our world spins? Didn't Mr. Redfield admit that fear causes a breakup of positive energy? You can't control the other person's input and output and you can't always ignore them. Nor can you just let them win. Yet when you play their game it causes you to change your perspective. These truths, and the fact that we all get tired sometimes, cause us to close ourselves off from that which Mr. Redfield taught. It's an ugly, vicious cycle that has been happening for millions and millions of years. Are we at the pinnacle of a resolution to this problem? Or are we merely getting worked up over it because we want to believe we're the ones to start a new order?

"Here is the distinction of the Bible as it differs from the Celestine offering: The ‘Celestine’ speaks to the strengths in humans, the Bible speaks to our weaknesses. If we don't honestly look at what is really going on here, we are going to fall into our own personally generated darkness. And I don't want that to happen. “Rage, Rage, Rage, against the dying of the light!

"But then again, rage, and the light moves away from us."

Celeste: "I don't understand what you're saying!"

Kent: "Passion control."

Kent looks into his hands, his expression becomes bland. At that moment he breathes in deeply, closing his eyes, one long; slow, deep, inhalation, using both his diaphragm and chest to fill his lungs with air. The moment he begins to exhale, he opens his eyes. There is an intense distraction in them. Kent focuses in on the dishwater blond with myopic glasses as he fully releases his breath. This individual stands as if called upon:

Nerd: "Why do you suggest the marriage of poetry and mathematics? Is it possible you are really talking about the recent theories of Comparative Packaged Chaos?"

Kent tilts his head to the right in a questioning manner as if he never before heard those words spoken together. He continues to hold this position, obviously lost in thought, until he abruptly shakes his head back and forth once to clear his mind off its wayward track. After a wave of his hand, as if wiping away a nuisance, he speaks. "We