Up with the cat and dampness in the outside air. Carol got the papers and you fed the cat and policed the kitchen. Breakfast and the paper and it’s an hour before mid-morning.
Scene eight will be a mix, Kassandra with Salaman and Thales.
After noon, and you and Carol are over at Pine Hill Park. You walked and Carol is still walking on this comfortable though windy day. Earlier you received an email from Doug on math from NYTimes. You don’t need to download it all. Let’s go to it and I’ll drop down what you need for the story. Here is the key material to keep in mind for the book
Opinion| March 07, 2010
Opinionator: Finding Your Roots
By Steven Strogatz
Complex numbers, a hybrid of the imaginary and the real, are the pinnacle of number systems.
“. . .chaos reigned near the boundary. . . . Little things — tiny, imperceptible changes in the initial conditions — could make all the difference.”
“. . . The colors [of the fractals] intermingled … [and]… touching each other at infinitely many points, and always in a three-way. . . . wherever two colors met, the third would always insert itself and join them.”
“. . . In a way [complex dynamics] brought geometry back to its roots. In 600 B.C. a manual written in Sanskrit for temple builders in India gave detailed geometric instructions for computing square roots, needed in the design of ritual altars. More than 2,500 years later, . . . the instructions were written in binary code.
Some imaginary friends you never outgrow.”
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An example image of a fractal is:
Can you picture this fractal above as leaf-like, orndorff?
I don’t know, Amorella. The universe in a fractal state doesn’t make sense.
What about the use with hearts or souls? For example, two people touching one another in the heart invites the insertion of a third, a soul?
I don’t know. It seems too esoteric for the book. But, in this next scene you have three people and somehow two could invite the third but I don’t know on what level, especially since we are dealing with metaphysics not physics here. I don’t see how this has anything to do with the tree analogy either. I’m up for whatever, but I think my mind is not working so well at the moment, Amorella.
The earlier computer scan below (from the 8 March post) the 3-D image of the galaxies in the universe is not a fractal so I have to find a fractal that is similar to me.
That is enough for now. Go watch your show, Human Target, then we can work until ten and come up with something for this next scene. – Amorella.
You received a message from the person you thought owned the fractal below, but she said she just borrowed it. Put it in below because it fits in your head as a fun fractal that might be usable in your imagination. It’s title is “fractal-julius-tree” but you don't know if it is a domain free image or not.
Now, let’s work on scene eight.
You worked until CSI-NY and now it is time for bed. Post what you have of the scene and let it go until tomorrow. – Amorella.
Scene 8
Evening. The two men stood patiently at Kassandra’s door waiting for her to open it.
“This is like life,” commented Salaman. “What is her problem? Why doesn’t she respond?”
Thales replied, “I agree. This is unlike her. Perhaps she fell into a deep sleep. If so, we will not be able to disturb her.”
“Why don’t we go back to the Mikroikia and see if Mario shows up,” suggested Salaman. “We haven’t seen him all day.”
“Nor Sophia. We must be missing something,” noted Thales. “This is very odd.”
“Maybe Mother called it off.”
The door suddenly opened outwardly. “I’m sorry. Come in. I need to fill you two in.”
“We could have met at the Mikroikia and had a good time waiting.”
Kassandra acted as though she didn’t hear him, and shut the door to private.
She turned, attempted a smile, and said, “I have these two chairs and the bed. Who wants the bed?”
“I’ll take it,” said Salaman. “I just want to lie down.”
Thales winked at Kassandra and sarcastically commented, “This is what we Dead do best, lie down." Then he deliberately said, "What is on your mind, Kassandra?”
She adjusted the legs of the chair for her comfort. “Sophia and I were called to Mother’s this afternoon because Mario had gone to speak to her earlier.”
Thales shrugged with his hands suddenly in the air, shot out, “It is over then.” His mind ran through the following thoughts. I knew it. This plan wasn’t going to work. Zeus has put an end to all this. I knew it was Zeus.
“Why weren’t we at least consulted?” asked Salaman indignantly. This was rigged by the women, he thought. They always want to control.
“Mother invited us into her private chamber. It is really a chapel.”
“No one has ever been to her privacy chamber.”
Thales added, “I didn’t know she needed one.” Then he asked, “To what gods? Who are her favorites?”
Kassandra then whispered as if it were the darkest secret in all of Elysium, “She worships no gods or goddesses, no one in the Pantheon and none foreign either.”
Salaman, still in anger asked, “What did Mario stir up? He is the start of today’s event.”
“Start with Mario,” concurred Thales. “I agree. He is the instigator. It was arrogant to confront Mother directly without confiding in us beforehand. What is this all about, Kassandra?”
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