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Space travel as a tourist industry sounds like its getting closer. But I think I've found a faster, easier and more affordable way to be transported to another section of the universe - I go there three times a week in therapy.
I often tell Ms. Analyst that our consulting room is a really a space pod, one that whisks us efficiently to an invigorating alternate dimension once she shuts the door. She sits down, we exchange hellos, and suddenly I'm not on Earth anymore.
Maybe you know what I mean. Inside our session, the two of us enter a place where almost all of the ground rules from our worldly society get suspended. Here, we freely discuss what is unmentionable in all other places. We explore fully what must remain invisible out in the sunlight. The two of us strive constantly to do nothing else than understand each other - and we say when we don't.
When all systems are go on The Pod, Ms. Analyst and I tell each other exactly what we're thinking. We express it in many other ways, too: gazes engage and avert; feelings react and interact; the analytic third is a thoughtful helium balloon, floating around.
This experience can be transcendent or traumatic, or anything in between. But only rarely does it seem available to me elsewhere on Planet Earth. There are too many laws of physics governing the way we are with each other out on the street.
I like blasting off to this Super Honest Solar System three times a week, but I don't need to climb into a spacesuit to get there, just an elevator. Where do you go when the door closes in your room? Is it a light-speed trip to somewhere else, like I experience?
Coming in for a landing at sessions' end recently, I told Ms. Analyst once again how energizing it was to be on board. I was happy to realize that she agreed. "Yes," she said, "It's a good Pod." - Mr. Analysand
