Mysteries in the Third Level
My friend Charley, who is also my psychiatric patient, was talking about his problems with me. Charley is thirty-one years old, and he keeps rambling on about this third level thing. Personally, I think he was going bananas as he kept rambling on about this third level thing. However, for some reason he smelled like strawberries and cherries. Charley pleaded with me, “ You believe me Sam, don't you? Won’t you please believe me?” I said sadly,”I don't believe in the third level; it sounds like a bunch of baloney to me. I'm sorry, Charley.” After Charley left, I began thinking about what Charley was saying earlier about this third level. I started wondering if it was real or if it was his
My friend Charley, who is also my psychiatric patient, was talking about his problems with me. Charley is thirty-one years old, and he keeps rambling on about this third level thing. Personally, I think he was going bananas as he kept rambling on about this third level thing. However, for some reason he smelled like strawberries and cherries. Charley pleaded with me, “ You believe me Sam, don't you? Won’t you please believe me?” I said sadly,”I don't believe in the third level; it sounds like a bunch of baloney to me. I'm sorry, Charley.” After Charley left, I began thinking about what Charley was saying earlier about this third level. I started wondering if it was real or if it was his