I won't say much right now, because I'm at the library and that means A: no privacy, and B: less than an hour to type, which is not nearly sufficient.
Lisa and I made it successfully up to camp with Anne, successfully went swimming, successfully took mushrooms and successfully fell through time into a place where "she talks fire", "this is how it always is", "there is only this room and these people, there will be, was this", and Clayton we visited briefly. In other words, whatever I thought I knew the experience would be like was totally incomplete, a pale shadow. Not an experience to be flaunted or paraded about as an achievement, a lesson, a gift and a test, a glimpse of something I've had many of the most important conversations of my life about, an experience of those ideas of 'unity'. I am so lucky to have had this experience with Lisa, who I now realize more fully that I utterly belong with and to. It seems that this was the best thing that could have happened to/for us right now.
More later!
Love,

The Captain