Breakfast and the paper. You felt the need to remind your Facebook friends of the main logical fallacies used by the Left, the Middle, and the Right.
Sometimes I get riled up. I’m no longer the teacher of many of my friends, but I care just like many of them do about their own political considerations. Giving my views doesn’t change anyone’s mind. That is the problem with both religion and politics. People are set in their ways. Both can become a part of their (my too) self-identity. When that happens it seems there is a greater chance of less moderate thinking and being more resolved than ever on being with the correct moral cause. Emotions drive to grow and Reason takes a back seat. The species has found no way around this human trait. People become the heroes or goats of their particular self-identity. I don’t know what else to say.
I didn’t ask you to say anything, orndorff. It was just a comment. – Amorella.
I understand. I don’t know how to remain moderate myself sometimes. I’m as guilty as anyone else. I can admit to it sincerely but I don’t have to like it.
You finished the last scene in the chapter. Short, but to the point, don’t you think?
I like Thales’ last line. Simple and it ties the chapter together, or, at least it seems to. I’ll now audio draft it for the clean up. I forget what the first part of the chapter is about. One of the good things about lack of memory is that there is no clutter. As I wrote the scene ‘nothing’ was in my head but their talk, and the setting. I used two scenes from Pompeii. I don’t know whose temple it is but Poseidon seemed a good one because of the dolphin that is in actuality only about four inches long. Anyway it made the setting easier to have actually been there in real life.
Scene 15
On this early morning’s walk Thales finds himself at the north end of Eleusis Street about thirty yards before it makes the right turn to the stone rings and tree centered in front of Mother’s home. He misses the esoteric delight of the long casting morning shadows enjoyed by the Living. He thinks, ‘too much blue sky with no yellow disc. Deep down I always feel moon pale.’
“Let’s stop here.”
Thales glanced to his left, “At Poseidon’s Temple?”
“Why not?”
He scratched his forehead unthinkingly and smiled as if his mind was refreshed and commented, “After you.”
They entered the walled area as the small red bricked temple with typically ratioed Greek facades stood to their diagonal. “Beautiful and serene,” said Sophia. “I like this place very much.”
Because it is so close to Mother’s, thought Thales without hesitation. He said, “I agree, the aesthetics are quite well put throughout the courtyard.”
“It is interesting that there are six steps up with uniform rises, but the first step is only a couple of inches high.”
“It is the other way from Poseidon’s point of view, Sophia. The seventh step is not short risen, on buried in the ground.”
She quietly walked over and stood on the bottom step and replied, “I didn’t know you had it in you to take the god’s point of view, Thales. I am surprised.”
You do not appear surprised, thought Thales. He continued walking to the further, the left front corner of the temple and noted the small carving of the dolphin with its tail up and head pointed downward. Is he in a jump out of the sea? Is that the message here? Or, is he swimming with? Where would Poseidon put him?
“What are you thinking about so studiously,” interrupted Sophia who was standing just behind him.
He quickly replied, “I am wondering where Elysium really is? Where are the other Nests of the Dead? What branches do they set on?”
The End of Chapter Four
of the fourth book in the Merlyn’s Mind series
©2009 Richard H. Orndorff
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