John Q Jones had a nice job, a nice family, a nice house, and a nice yard. Everything was nice.
Then one day, he was walking down the street near his office and a soft explosion went off in his head.
He looked around and saw a young woman sitting in a parked car. She was reading a newspaper. And he realized he was reading her mind.
She was thinking about a vacation, a trip to Alaska, a boat ride, a book, a boyfriend. He was reading her thoughts and the sensation of doing it was exquisite, quite lucid, quite simple.
He was thrilled beyond measure. For a moment, he thought he would take off and fly.
A few hours later, he left work and went to see his psychiatrist. Continue Reading