Last night, before sleep, I realized I did not need to spend my time studying tree anatomy for the book. I was thinking ‘literal’ tree when it is made of thought and light. Tree cellular structure will not be important in that.
No, but you can make use of certain aspects such as cross section of trunk tree layers, dead bark, inner bark that transports food down, the cambium layer between the bark and wood which increases the tree diameter (annual rings, large pores, which carry water up to the leaves), center wood (heartwood) used for storage.
Interlocking tissue of branch and trunk tissue, a branch collar which is part of the trunk and holds the branch base. Leaves on every branch must produce enough food to feed itself.
The roots develop and survive where there is oxygen and moisture, most active roots are in the top three feet of soil. Sometimes roots have graft unions, which is what you see in the branches. This material is googled from ‘Consumer Horticulture/Trees/Plant Fact Sheets’. It is enough for our purposes.
This seems like a lot when the content of the tree is thought and light.
You have to take the tree characteristics through the analogy to make it appear soundly reasonable as an analogy.
What is the food?
Boundless passion, fervor, enthusiasm – being acted on by, in this case, ‘governable’ rather than ungovernable external agents or forces – according to the dictionary.
Scene 4
Mario sat in contemplation on a simple wooden chair on the dry bank of the Styx following the stone block construction of the temple gate in the distance. I wonder why it is that dead, we still find time for sleep? What makes sleep a necessity Here? The old myths have not been fully correct, suppose we get to the other side of the Styx and find more Dead. Egyptians, perhaps.
No one seems to ask where the other Dead are, those of other cultures. Birds of a feather flock together. No birds here though except the ones we see through our life’s memory. Suddenly the thought, Mother must know. Mother must know where the other Dead are. I will go see her myself.
Scene 5
This is the Supervisor. No one else will do here.
While Mario ventures his way up Eleusis Street to Mother’s home I will show a little spirited adventure myself.
Readers may wonder on the framework for these four novels with two beyond. In the twenty-first century people like to know where they are coming from and where they are going. As these books are bound in document, so is all life and potential life bound.
First, picture, if you would, a well of reflective glass on all sides round, boundless without top and bottom. A glowing filament of unorthodox thought and light shaped as a well rooted, tall trunked, heavily branched tree with a full leafed canopy sets centered within the interior glassy parchment giving an outwardly distanced appearance of a strange surrealistic lantern anchored by unimaginable Angelic-like Reason and Passion, both cemented and solidified by shear enthusiastic Will.
The gigantic wood-like root system feeds from the otherwise empty appearing well. Nourishment flows from roots to leaves and from leaves back to roots. When a leaf can no longer support itself, it dies. If many leaves on the branch die, the branch dies. The trunk, or the filament center, does not flicker.
The trunk and branches are made up of dimensional layers based on the number of representative rings accumulated through the increase the tree and subsequent branch diameter.
Put into an earthly proportion, this tree has a trunk some six feet thick and the massive lower branches of more than one and a half foot in diameter begin with the branch’s collar built within the trunk at four feet up. The branching is spacious but entanglement occurs when some branches find their way to naturally graft from a lower limb to a higher one and still produce smaller upward and outward growing branches. The height of the canopy of well proportioned leaves is some forty feet.
Standing under this giant bushy tree and looking up one can observe one particular limb of some two inches in diameter growing from a massive bottom limb bend outwardly naturally and then back in, grafting into a higher trunk produced limb some six inches thick. It has the appearance of a long handle on a bus or train which one might use to steady herorhimself and pull herorhimself onto the vehicle.
Towards the middle of this oddly grafted branch is a smaller one two feet long and thin with three small but growing leaves fanned out on its tip. It could be snapped from the grafted branch without much thought, but it would not be wise to do, if it could be done at all. It is true the tiny branched leaves would hardly be noticed if missing, but these leaves are noticed like delicate flowers, and observed it is, as is each leaf on this particular filament of a tree shaped with and by thought and light.
One of the three fanned leaves on the twig, the one on the right, is the universe as you know it, but from the outside as I see it. Each leaf is a universe, a direct connection with woody appearing branches and large tall trunk and a deep and wide root system. Permanent Time is built in the growth of the tree, otherwise, time is relative.
A tree leaf can have a reflection (mirror image) or a bilateral symmetry, two halves, a right and left. And, in these books at least, a universe can have a similar dispensation. Much this comes to play in examples scattered throughout the connected series of six books.
Now, back to the story at hand, part of which is understanding the reasoning roots and relativity in light of these heartansoulanmind-ed Dead.
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