Early morning, pre-sun. After you fed the cat it dawned on you that the last scene needed one more line for you to feel better about it, so here is what you added: “To put it more succinctly, if you want the metaphysics, the Dead are on one side of the page or the other.”
It is cleaner with that statement. And, for me, it provides a continuing simple metaphysical engine to continue with, one already in use. The vision sets in a line of collective unconsciousness that divides one side of the page from the other. Modeled, as it were, after the two halves of the brain in a one and two dimensional framework. I will have to try to remember this as it literarily puts the Dead in a novel experience. Very funny.
Being Dead does not have to be a complicated experience. Now, what caused the vision is a two parter. One can say it was/is induced by a common ‘greater’ thought of the species as one unit, much as a thoughtful Queen Bee to the hive experience, or it can be from supernatural intent. In either case it can be ‘naturally’ caused because, if you will, the supernatural intent was/is already built in, as it were. More humor.
Yes. I like this Amorella. Thank you. I get pumped on concepts like this. The human mystery continues whether one is Living or Dead. This is now, in the books, but in book three Mother Eve said the early Dead were moving on with her. How do we get from one page to the next?
Let’s go with something you already know, Thornton Wilder’s, "Our Town". The script has Emily’s favorite hymn, “Blessed Be the Tie that Binds”. By way of the binder, orndorff. – Hey, enough for now. Post this. Later, dude. – Amorella.
Breakfast and the paper and you are keeping off your feet with your legs propped off.
I found a fraction of the lyrics for the hymn online.
Blessed Be The Ties
(written by Thomas Whitfield)
(recorded by The Whitfield Company)
Verse:
Blessed be the ties that bind
our hearts in Christian, in Christian love.
So close, so close the knit, the knit
that joins us, joins us to Him.
Blessed, blessed be the hand,
the hand that brings us through
and blessed be His holy Spirit
that will anoint us here.
Blessed be the ties that bind
our hearts in Christian, in Christian love.
Jesus, it's You that binds me,
our heart is knitted within Your love.
Ending:
Bless me, bless me,
bless me with ties that bind.
Bless me, bless me,
bless me with ties that bind,
with ties that bind.
Bless me, bless me,
bless me with ties that bind,
with ties that bind.
Bless me, bless me,
bless me with ties that bind.
From: www.music-lyrics-gospel.com/gospel_music_lyrics/blessed_be_the_ties_16066.asp
I enjoy the hymn but I don’t understand how this Christian hymn can be reconciled with the ancient Greek religion.
How are you reconciled with the ancient Greek religion, orndorff?
I didn’t think about that. How am I?
Through me, your friend, known as Amorella. How do you think this is going together? Modern religions are going to have to be brought into play in book six whether you like it or not.
The Dead are dead, old man, no matter what religion they profess to be in, true back then and true today. The ancient Greek religion is one many people know something of, world wide, even though it might just be through the movies. The Greeks and their ancient culture are known. And, via the ancient trade routes they were connected with India and China too for that matter, at least the Greeks were familiar with their spiritual concepts. This will work, you just need to let it out of your system. But for now you need to relax and get a life.
People might be offended with this thinking.
People might be offended by being dead too, but it doesn’t make any difference. The books have to stay true to their concepts and themes. Take a break. Go listen to some relaxing music on your iPod after you post this. – Amorella.
You finished the scene before twenty-two hundred hours. Time to relax then bed. A four and a half hour drive tomorrow with a stop for lunch at Potbelly’s in Polaris, north of Columbus. – Tomorrow, dude. – Amorella.
I keep feeling I have to thank you after every scene. The fingers just begin on the keyboard and soon it is completed.
That is just because you get into the lines orndorff, heart and soul, so to speak as I am using your mind at that time. You remain basically polite and you try to be honest because your mother taught you both. This is the engine, the little engine that works behind the scenes because the two never seem to be in complete balance. Even in the books. Fiction is the only way to deal with this. Relax, enjoy the ride north.
Scene 18
Mario sat a late breakfast staring across the table at Sophia. “Have doubt mixed in my favorite jam, what do you think about that?”
Sophia try to measure Mario eye to eye but diverted her own to the right inadvertently. “We need to actually build this bridge. We need to show the gods we can do impossible things.”
“This doesn’t make sense Sophia. We can engineer the bridge out two or three spans. Beyond that we have no knowledge.”
“Human beings always do things without knowledge.”
He laughed, “That usually gets us here sooner rather than later.”
“Mother is determined that we sway the Supervisor to allow us to go home.”
“You admit we need permission,” said Mario confidently.
“We will not be given permission unless we show strong will and individual determination. We should rally everyone not just the ten thousand Mother chose.”
He shrugged, “She must have her reasons.”
“We are not even a majority.”
“You talk to Mother not me. Don’t vent your anger and frustration my way.”
“Who is this Supervisor?” asked Sophia. “We still don’t know for sure. He could be Zeus.”
“The whole pantheon could be Zeus, Sophia.”
“That’s just it. By building the bridge we are showing our courage, building into the unknown. Zeus or whoever will be obliged to watch, to observe us. Heroes have always been respected. If we act like heroes then that is our point.”
“I agree in that we don’t need to try to confront the Supervisor whether he be Zeus or Hades or some unknown god. I just don’t see what we are going to do once we can’t build the bridge any further.”
“We can’t give up on this. Mother is expecting us to succeed.”
Half jokingly Marios responded, “Maybe we could barter our way back.”
Sophia laughed, “Sacrificing one’s life can’t be done twice. What else do we have?”
He said, “We have our immortality. If we have it and the gods don’t know why, they might be interested in getting some more.”
“Mario, now it is you who is not making sense.”
“No. I mean perhaps our immortality is different than the gods immortality is.”
“It can’t be better.”
“It would seem so. But then why do we have two words for the same thing, immortal and eternal? We must feel there is a distinction between the two words. We can play on their lack of knowledge about us.”
“We don’t know they don’t know everything about us.”
“True, but then we don’t know everything about us either. Human beings are a mystery even unto themselves Sophia. Somehow I think we can use this as leverage down the line.”
“We need to know who we are,” replied Sophia. “And we need to remain in balance between our emotional hearts and our rational minds.”
Mario shook his head affirmatively. “One of our goals here is to learn more about ourselves as well as more about the gods.”
“Our immediate challenge is to work being building the bridge as far as we can go, the bridge has to be designed with the mind and the heart equally. How is that, Mario?”
“And, we need a backup if the bridge fails,” he suggested.
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