Dominion

Dominion 9-12

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Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion.

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<p style="font-family: 'Calibri',sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“East Coker, V.” TS Eliot

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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><p style="font-size: 26.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri',sans-serif;">9

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<p class="MsoNormal"><p style="font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;">San Francisco, California
Monday, June 3
7 AM

<p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 22.5pt;"><p style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;">Tom had most of Saturday to ponder what he knew. His golf game was off a bit, and Randall, his son-in-law, took as much advantage as he could. In the end Tom came out one stroke ahead of him, his worst game in years. But it was a beautiful day, and by 11:30 he was on the freeway heading home. The rest of the weekend was uneventful.

<p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 22.5pt;"><p style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;">Monday at 7 he was in the car heading to the airport. He boarded at 7:50 AM and the plane landed at LAX at 9:25. He rented a car and headed for UCLA and the Galactic Center Group. Shiratsu would arrive at 10, so he would have a few minutes on his own with the team. Tom’s status was such that the team leader had cancelled another meeting to be part of the discussion. The first hour would be an update on the latest findings. Then they would answer any questions raised by the findings. Afterwards he and Shiratsu would meet privately and he would report the conversation he had had with Dallas Jefferson.

<p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 22.5pt;"><p style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;">Tom drove north up Hilgard Avenue, then turned onto Westholme Avenue. He parked behind Knudsen Hall and then walked between the hall and the adjoining Portola Plaza to the Physics and Astronomy building. It was 8:40 with bright sunshine and already the day was getting warm. As he walked in the door he was spotted by the department head of Astronomy, whom he knew from several different projects. Dr. Robert Unger was in conversation with a graduate student, and excused himself to greet Tom.

<p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 22.5pt;"><p style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;">“Woodward!” he exclaimed as he strode across the atrium and held out his hand, “You promised me a golf game nearly six months ago and we still haven’t booked a tee-time!” Tom laughed as they shook hands.