Dear Marion,

Just when I'll mail this supplement to last night's letter,
I don't yet know. On my mind is a recent statement of yours
that you were unaware of a fundamental conflict between the
individual and the group and were accordingly unpersuaded
of a "faultline" which might be responsible for seismic
disturbances in our existence.  Precisely. Your comment
tends to corroborate my hypothesis, because "faultlines"
are inherently obscure and concealed. What evidence we have
what reasoning we use to infer their existence, under what
circumstances and with what instruments "faultlines" might
be discovered, strike me as important and interesting
questions, to which I don't have the answer.

After discovering the cancellation of the June 16th hearing,
It didn't take long for Margaret and me to decide that we
wanted to stay in Konnarock for another month. I've managed
to change the appointments of all but one of the patients
scheduled for June. The "holdout" is merely an answering
machine message, presumably not yet retrieved.

The change in plans caused interesting emotional reverberations.
I have been "leaving" Konnarock intermittenly for 69 years.
There have been many departures since 1942, when my parents
first drove me to the railroad station in Marion on my way
to 8th grade at Germantown Friends School and a foster home
with the Grubers on McCallum Street in Mt. Airy. Much later,
as my parents were getting older, each departure was adumbrated
by the awareness that I might never see them again. More
recently, in October 2009, it was Margrit whom I left behind
in Konnarock for the last time. And now one of the coming
prospective departures will be the last for myself or for
Margaret or for us both. I have no complaints. It's a place
of extraordinary beauty which we will leave behind. Meanwhile,
I've used one of the old white enameled milk pitchers that I
remember from the kitchen in Braunschweig, to pour "wild bird
seed" into the feeder.  The birds shall have another month on
welfare.

Jochen