Chapter 12

Thinking about that actually sent a shiver down my spine as I still lay in bed. It wasn’t just what it could mean either. There were two points that bothered me. First, wasI that irrational a person? I had always prided myself in being rational; it was a cornerstone to my world-view, and now it seemed in question. But that was nothing compared to the second point, which was: What if the world actually wereless rational than I had always thought?

I got up, still toying with that idea, and as I stood under the spray of the shower, I realized that I was actually excited by the possibility, and ardently hoping that it might turn out to be true. It made life seem more—vibrant, somehow. And it was with this buoyant, if hesitantly so, feeling that I had breakfast and went into work.