Up, fed the cat, picked up the papers and then breakfast. Your typical morning of half a peanut butter on wheat, raisin and spot of honey wrapped, a banana and milk. Again, you are tired and in need of a nap, mostly because you go to bed late as you can afford to do so. Routine is not all bad orndorff because it allows time for growth in the natural order of things. More on this later. – Amorella.
I always think of routine as a form of laziness and uselessness, a sort of a L home surrounded by the picket fence of U.
Noon, and you are waiting outside Hoxworth Blood Center on Mason-Montgomery Road while Carol gives blood, then to Olive Garden for lunch. You are wondering about scene eleven. We’ll go with the boys on this one. You need to check on what time of day it is first, and the day too for that matter as they mean nothing to you. See this gives you a chance to see time from my point of view.
That’s funny, Amorella. It is true as you are two dimensional from my perspective, maybe even one. I would like to think there is a correlation between . . . . I lost the thought . . . between thought and consciousness, some sort of parallel. I think of you as a self-consciousness or self-thinking that appears to be separate from myself at times. Within the confines of the story line would you be one dimensional or two? Is a thought one dimensional or two?
In context with the stories orndorff I am multidimensional and so are thoughts. How could, within context, a dream (which is thought activated) jump from the Dead to the Living or from the Living to the Dead? Remember, in the spiritual stories of the marsupials G---D is one dimensional, but in that context, the dimension is the base of all other dimensions. A metaphor more in tune with “In the Beginning was the Word.”
In the stories the humans assume the Word to be a Noun while the marsupials assume Word (in context) to be a Verb. It is all in how the brain and mind register it. As the character ‘the Soki’ I can move between the Dead and the Living, and I set myself up as the Supervisor of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither in book three.
I am the connection in all three books, which stands to reason, as I am the first writer, as it were. Psychologically, I am the fellow traveling down the hall looking for ‘grandparents door’ when you were three. You can think of it that way if you like. I sit in an alternate reality pumped up under hypnosis, imagination, and a memory of an imaginary playmate grown up. How’s that? – Amorella.
What you say seems reasonable enough for me. As well it should, of course.
Ah, the gallows’ humor rises to the occasion. Humor is the tie that binds.
On parallel tracks that are, in form, neither curved or straight.
You think that as I don’t immediately respond that you have overstepped the parallel.
Yes. And that would be impossible, and therefore it is arrogant of me. So, as there is no place for me to go, I inwardly and dutifully back away. Gallows’ humor is not wit. I am not clever.
You are in a sudden memory, thinking of Otterbein College and World Literature with Dr. John Coulter as your professor. You are reading the play, The Chairs, by Ionesco. Within the play is madness and though the truth be told it comes off as gibberish. And, you jump from this thought to Moby Dick and the early scene where a madman jumps out in front of Ishmael and prophecies the pending doom aboard Ahab’s ship, “all but one” shall die.
Time out for a good soup and salad at Olive Garden and now you are waiting for Carol at Hallmark on the way home. The memory in the previous paragraph is forty-six or seven years ago. And, again you are gaining a sense of time as I see it. Almost half a century is less than an inch away. The mind has much more fluidity than space and time, it is much more than images and grammar.
You are home and ready to work but there are a couple of errands to run first. Post what you have.
Scene 11
Thales and Aeneas were about to leave the Mikroikia eatery when Marios and Salaman showed up. They readjusted the seating for four and settled in.
“Good we are all here,” uttered Marios gravely. He glanced at Aeneas, and added, “Don’t get up. We may need you on the team.”
“What’s this about, Marios?” asked Thales.
“Salaman and I don’t like what Sophia and Mother are up to. This is all Mother’s idea and she wants to push this into an out and out conflict if need be.”
“I can’t imagine Sophia wanting such a thing. She has been insisting this is a peaceful demonstration. What does she hope to gain?”
“Mother considers us the most loyal,” replied Salaman.
“We are,” interrupted Thales with an obstinate glare.
“She thinks we are better than our station,” remarked Marios.
Thales admonished Marios with, “This is what parents do, they try to raise us up to higher standards.”
“That’s true,” agreed Aeneas. “When she asked me to meet with the Supervisor she made it clear that it was to be non-confrontational.”
“Like you were going to confront Hades,” belittled Thales.
Salaman asked, “It was just a dream? You saw nothing?”
“I thought I would at least be aware of Apollo. I am sure he protected me.” Glum raise up and shadowed his face, “Nothing but a powerful, a lucid dream.”
“What is the immediate feeling the dream brought, Aeneas?” questioned Salaman.
Marios wondered, “Was it from your heart or mind?”
“Or, soul?” suggested Thales.
Aeneas sat dazed and staring at the table. The others took a swig or two of their favorite drink and waited, hoping for something more from Aeneas supposedly close encounter with the Supervisor, some forgotten or misplaced insight gleaned from the proximity of the meeting.
“Even Apollo,” commented Marios. “How did you come to realize Apollo was protecting you? What was he protecting your from? Why did you feel you needed protecting?”
“These questions are difficult when dealing with a still invisible world, even though from the Living’s perspective, we are the invisible world.”
Silence ensued until Aeneas began to feel very uncomfortable. The others watched as he slowly vanished from a shade of himself into nothing.
“We went too far,” said Thales. “I think he was about to make something up to appease us and then he couldn’t bring himself to do it.”
Salaman was about to counter Thales when Marios intervened. “We are in serious trouble here. By this time tomorrow we will have begun the actual construction of temporary wooden pillars for the erection of the first span of the bridge. We will be moving into the water of the Styx.”
“Even as a bluff we may be crossing the line,” suggested Thales.
“I don’t think Zeus would have let us get this far,” retorted Salaman. “I don’t think he will allow Hades to stop us.”
Thales broke into a wishful smile, “I think Salaman is right. Zeus probably wants to see how this will work out. This may even be giving him the pleasure of a contest.”
“But it is a team effort on our part,” said Marios. “Zeus likes individual contests.”
“Like Aeneas doing battle with the Supervisor,” suggested Salaman hastily.
“True,” said Thales. “Perhaps Apollo was protecting Aeneas from seeing Zeus, not the Supervisor, Hades.”
“It will be difficult to outthink the strategy of the gods,” said Salaman.
“It will be impossible,” noted Thales sadly.
***
Note to the Reader: I have not decided on the spelling of some of the names because on 'Voice' Salaman sounds better than Salamon just as Mario sounds better than Marios, particularly in the woman speaker's voice. Once the book in voice is complete I will probably return to the original spelling. Thank you for reading. I welcome criticism or questions to help me stay on task. rho
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