The Doctor's eyes rolled into his speech mood.  "The old way of understanding thought, the medium of the spoken or written word will change.  The future will set the stage for immediate response to thought unlimited by speech, or other medium of expression, thus the medium of normal human relations."

Doctor Gentry paused and continued;  "Thus we must study.  In this way the time of bridging, and the period of transition can be spanned.   We estimate that is my colleagues and I, that it will take about five hundred years for the race to become normally telepathic, when I say normally, I mean consciously."

His eyes rolled back again, and the white area became more visible as his pupils disappeared again.  Sherry starred at him in bewildered, she had never seen such a strange conversationalist.  "Philip five hundred years."

Summers young son James had asked Philip what the world would be like in the year 2500?  The question seemed to be answered by Dr. Gentry.  Philip thought, doctor, maybe a lot sooner.  I only hope we can successfully bridge the gap, for if you only could see the dangers, your work might take you in some different directions.  God protect the human race, we do not understand the direction technology will lead us, and perhaps too fast.

Doctor Gentry's pupils were visible again.  "The truly telepathic man is the man, who is responsive to impressions coming to him from all forms of life, from the highest plane, the world of soul, and from the lowest world of intuition.  The building of the thought form, which will familiarize the race to the idea of telepathic work is proceeding, at a pace, and the seed of this development is becoming very vital, and powerful, and generating with real rapidity.   It is in the last analysis, the seed of master hood.  The age of Aquarian."

Philip listen, and thought.  "I will come to Palo Alto to visit.  I think it is important, I will give you my thoughts, and believes of the directions that should be studied."

Philip paused, as the man came out of his trance, and looked into Philips eyes. "I will see you then in Palo Alto"

Sherry whispered in Philips ear, "Lets go on deck."

The cool sea air was refreshing.  You could hear the waves against the bow of the hull, as the 128' yacht cruised the ocean.  The sky was bright, with stars and a full moon.  The light from the moon reflected on Sherry's face.  I could not help but stare, what a strange situation.  Sherry was Summer but, she was not Summer, she was Sherry.  I did not want to be in love with Summer, and have Sherry in my bed.  I would take things slowly.  I believe my prays could be answered. Time would tell.

Sherry did not waste time, her sister had talked so much about Philip, she knew him before she ever met him.  She had seen photos of his expressions, and finally she met him.  All her questions were answered.  His response to her aggressive approach was delightful.  She would take his words seriously.  She was excited by his touch, or maybe the moonlight.  She turned towards him, and he put both his hands around her tinny waist, as the yacht listed to the port side.  She held his face in her hands, and brought her lips up to meet her smile.  They kissed gently.  Their lips stayed together, as they pressed against one another.  Sherry's body quivered in the warm night air. She pressed closer.   "Was Coco too aggressive for you?"