Up, breakfast and the paper. You are upset over a George Will column about how much money goes to the elderly as they grow older. The cold facts are true and disheartening to you because growing old puts a necessary burden on the American culture. You think, but do not wish to state that perhaps we should forgive the individual’s health debt for the last two or three years of life, that is the government should forgive the debt and just not include it in the health budget. Call it a charity or something of the sort if need be. Is that correct orndorff?
Yes, although I like the marsupial way of economic life in the books. It is more humane to me, people are nudged to live more responsibly. But their biology is different so their central focus is different. Also, they have three planets similar to earth environs while we only have one. And, the children are easily planned as they are marsupial. Also, the children are more easily shared by a variety of pouches, shared motherhood, so to speak. Thus, they have it easier to forgive their entire three world debt once a year. They came to Earth partly thinking that we were more like them then we are. They thought Jesus’s words on forgiving debts was a standard in our world’s international economics. They thought a lot of things when they arrived here. Too bad. We have one planet and a mostly dead moon. We have to fight for what land we have because we cannot run to Mars or Venus and set up shop like they were able to do long ago.
I realize the satire in those three stories is really gallows’ humor, but while the stories are fiction, there is some truth to it, at least in my mind. The marsupials have been more fortunate just as we have over third-world countries. It is sad because nothing can seem to be done about it, and that is what makes me angry about George Will’s column, because for other, more factual reasons than my books give, he appears to come to the same conclusion.
The driveways and walkway are done and shortly you are going for take out at Panera and Chipotle. Scene thirteen is going to focus on Aeneas talking with Sophia and the others about his sense of things. This is again, at supper at the Mikroikia. Fourteen will be the night of the sixth day, and it will be Sophia with Thales when he confesses that he is afraid he is going to be used by the goddess he saw and that somehow it will be detrimental to the cause. He is not sure what goddess it is but Hecate comes to his mind. So, now you have a sense where this is going.
But it is sad that the reader now realizes the Supervisor is beyond these gods and goddesses, that the Dead are working in a fiction and don’t know it.
What a supreme sense of irony you have orndorff, duh. – Amorella. Drop this into the post now so your readers can have a laugh too.
I should have realized of course, but I get caught up in the characters, becoming one of them, as it were, and I can’t keep all this in mind at once.
Enjoy lunch.
After supper and you finished scene thirteen even though you think it is too short.
I wanted to change our Mother, to Eva as a code word the men would use. I thought it would work so I continued for a couple of lines but it doesn’t work at all. I don’t like “our Mother” in reference to the representative of the Mitochondrial Eve.
After supper and you finished scene thirteen even though you think it is too short.
I wanted to change our Mother, to Eva as a code word the men would use. I thought it would work so I continued for a couple of lines but it doesn’t work at all. I don’t like “our Mother” in reference to the representative of the Mitochondrial Eve.
I don’t understand Sophia’s perspective either. I thought she would immediately side with Kassandra but she didn’t, she gave Marios a chance to take over her number one spot. What was she thinking?
I write the story, orndorff. I wrote you three books. Do you understand me, boy? – Amorella.
Should I erase this?
No. Leave it as a reminder. Now post this and the scene and let it go. Tomorrow you travel to Westerville to see family and for you to partake in the bi-monthly Westerville High School Class of 1960 supper at Pasqualie’s. We’ll work on the next scene if you have the time. Otherwise, tomorrow will just be notes if there are any. Tomorrow, old man. – Amorella.
Scene 13
Supper in the back room at The Mikroikia. Aranos quickly fixed two small tables together for the six in attendance. Sophia sat first, followed by Aeneas to her right and Marios to her left. Thales sat across from Marios with Kassandra next to him and across from Sophia and Salaman to the left of Kassandra and across from Aeneas. Habit had their favorite cups of wine already on the table ready for their first drinks when Sophia said, “Aeneas has discovered the meaning of the dream he had while awaiting the Supervisor and he feels it is a good sign. Let’s let him speak first then we can debate.
Aeneas enthusiastically told them his dream’s revelation and patiently waited for their responses. He was surprised to find them mostly neutral to his concept as each had come to a similar conclusion concerning the dream's symbolism and Eleusis Street as the compass needle to home, particularly for our Mother.
“I am tired,” said Marios, “of making reference to our Mother. Why don’t we just call her Mother.”
Salaman asked, “How then do we separate her from our biological or adopted mothers?”
“I don’t like this,” added Thales. “Mother has got us into something we may not be able to get out of.”
“Why are you blaming her,” badgered Kassandra. “You men already out to blame a woman for this?”
“Do you want me to take the fall on this,” interrupted Sophia, “she thought I would be best for this position,” she turned, “but Marios, if you want it, it’s yours.”
“Why are you giving in to them?” groaned Kassandra.
Marios slowly raised his hands off the table and said, “No, Sophia. This is not about you. Mother has more to do with this than we thought. She’s working on intuition here. What is her real reasoning?”
“I really feel,” responded Sophia, “that our Mother believes that we have a duty to help the Living if we can. We are Here. We help one another. We are living an afterlife. It would help if the Living knew this up front. We can help them.”
“Is this a belief or a feeling,” asked Thales. “There is a difference.”
“A feeling,” she quickly said. “I meant to say feeling.”
“So, what do we do?” asked Salaman. “Do we continue on with our bluff?”
“It doesn’t have to be a bluff,” argued Kassandra. “Let’s just do it and see how far it is to cross the Styx.”
“People expect us to do something,” added Marios. He shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?”
Sophia turned and asked, “What do you think, Aeneas?”
“Build the bridge. Like Marios says, Let’s do it.” He mumbled, “We need to do something.” I know I am right, he said to himself, the Supervisor was there. I felt a ‘presence’ in the dream. We need to follow the road south and build the bridge.
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