Up early to feed the cats, a glass of milk and a spoon of peanut butter for breakfast. No paper as yet. You are still intrigued with Merlyn’s statement: “I am within a friend of living consciousness,” and wonder on the book’s metaphysics. You wonder on my personal sense of heartansoulanmind, at least in reference to the books.
After all, Amorella, in book three the hybrid, Diplomat, contextually shows you to be a tiny alien presence of consciousness. If human beings and marsupials in the stories have a potential of metaphysical balance within heartansoulanmind then what is Amorella’s metaphysical balance, especially as she plays the caretaker of the Dead and has a friend in Merlyn (who is, quantumly, as half a cat living, half a cat dead)? Is consciousness heartansoulanmind alone, or less, or more? Is consciousness simply ‘being’ or is moral consciousness implied if not fully presented? After all, the vices and virtues are a part of a display of ‘balance or lack of it’ in the applied characters of the Dead. Do you, Amorella, show an independent judgment as to who your friends are? Suddenly, this questioning is not at all polite.
The problem as I presently see it, is not in Amorella, but in myself instead. I do indeed show an independent judgment as to who my friends are. I represent the tiny alien presence. I am the friend of Merlyn. I ‘act’ as though I am as half a cat living, half a cat dead. I want to know the ‘logical string of thought’ that connects the non fiction of my own character to the fictional imagination of my own character. I need to let my characters ‘be’ as they wish. This is not always so easy.
Later, and after a walk in the woods at Pine Hill with Carol, you have slowly been adding former students on Facebook. That is your way around what appears to be a ‘mass mailing’ sent by Richard C. FB does indeed help keep you young mentally. Former students are under no obligation to respond and that is not the point which is just to say hello to people you have shared part of your personal life as well as literature with. You are presently in front of Target at VOA plaza in West Chester waiting for Carol. While online you were excited to see that your books appear on the “Spirit of America Bookstore: King Arthur” website.
It helps give me some vindication, whether the books are read or not. It is still nice to see my name up there in a list with many others. It is like: “the books are real and someone saw to it that they were placed in a proper web slot,” without me having to pay anyone anything in the process.
Early afternoon. You are over at the Little Miami on a Jimmy-John’s picnic for a change of pace. Sitting in the car in the shade of the parking lot with the windows down and the sunroof open. Most of those coming in and out of the small park are Loveland Canoe and Kayak Liveries dropping people and watercraft off.
Home. Reading page A10 of the Cincinnati Enquirer and checking online you found the same article in the Washington Examiner by Samantha Gross on “mind-bending concepts”. Here is a selection you can relate to:
“We may all be holograms: NYC science festival brings exciting, wild science to the masses”
By: Samantha Gross.
Associated Press
05/30/10. 0410 hrs.
NEW YORK — Brian Greene works in a world where scientific reasoning rules all and imagination leads to the most unlikely truths.
Greene and other "string theorists" are exploring a possible scenario in which people and the world around us are actually a 3-D holographic projection of two-dimensional data that exists outside the accessible universe. . . .
One of the more popular science-fiction scenarios — an alternate universe in which people are transformed to similar but evil or subtly different versions of themselves — is but a remote possibility, he says. Instead, it's more likely that multiple universes exist alongside each other like bubbles in a bubble bath. The extremely fast expansion of the universe in our distant past, combined with elements of string theory, suggest this as a possibility, Greene said.
It is almost as difficult to wrap one's head around as the possibility that we are all holograms projected over a distance, unable to detect the illusory nature of our 3-D world — another topic covered by a festival panel.
Greene's attempt to explain where our consciousness might reside, if we are indeed simply projections, is intriguing and perhaps less than comforting:
"It's there, too," he says. "Consciousness is nothing but the physical processes taking place in the brain. ... Consciousness is just another interaction of particles."
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You like the fact that the hypothesis of a 3-D world created of two-dimensional data is the same concept I have used to show the Dead. I take it a step further, of course, and say it all is stimulated by one dimensional data with the living in four-dimensional space.
I do, Amorella. The concept works, at least logically, in string theory, but I do not agree with the last statement, that consciousness is nothing but the physical processes taking place in the brain. It may be true, but the consciousness aspect has been fictionalized in the books. The books cannot stand on their own unless consciousness can exist without physical matter, in a spiritual form of heartansoulanmind. Plausibility is all I am looking to climb on for the sake of authenticity in theoretical physics.
Also, I was checking the number of words I have so far and one more scene ought to about do it for this chapter for consistency’s sake. Do you agree?
One more ought to do it, orndorff. So, by the time you take the cats up to Columbus to meet Paul a week from tomorrow you can drop off Chapter Five in audio for Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie. – Post this for now. - Amorella.Scene 13
Takis found himself comfortably alone with the early stars already sprinkled about as the full moon rose in the east. Merlyn pulled himself out of what was supposedly thin air.
“Hello, Panagiotakis. Merlyn here.”
Takis immediately thought, a mix of dreamtime, and he replied rather dryly, “How uncommon.”
Merlyn whispered, “I touch all within the lines.”
“So be it,” droned Takis aloud. “Where are you, Merlyn?”
“Within.”
“How can this be?”
“I am the Dreamer,” acknowledged Merlyn with a determinable amount of emphasis.
Quickly, a surprised Takis understood and affirmed, “You are alive.”
“I am within a friend of living consciousness,” said Merlyn as politely as he dared.
An enigmatic probability within matterless range, thought Takis, and did not reply. Step by step Takis thought this problem out. Merlyn’s spirit is within my own or appears to be. The friend, his carriageless carrier, must be of an earlier age than myself. What human spirit could stretch so far without a Betweener’s help?
Takis felt a Betweener to be morally indeterminable, a distinct possibility in the natural order but not a probable one. An accident of being, he thought, is better than one of purpose for good or ill. I need counsel. He walked a short distance upstream then out above the Styx and summoned the other eleven.
The full moon stood almost directly overhead as each shaman emerged from the air dancing in a whirl near Panagiotakis. Reason, directed by from the modernized Latin alphabet, places each in a particular moment. Amenhotep, Amrita, B'alam, Dido, Enki, Ishtar, Jun, Kagami, Meir, Teja, and Tiwanaku was the last whirling shaman to emerge alone from the air above the moving waters of the River Styx. From the energy of the shamans’ perspective they, twin-named in meaning, were Pharaoh, Immortality, Jaguar, Virgin, Lord, Star, Truth, Mirror, Light, Luster and Stone who danced over the River Styx and around our genetic Mother’s shaman, named Holiness. Name and Name Meaning are separate aspects, the stone and cement of consciousness in the first twelve Earth-minded shaman Dead." [to be continued] ***
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