Notes & first revision of scene 14

         You are ready to write this morning. Everything is out on the table and in its place. Blue sky with white-gray Florida puffy’s. Sharp horizon into blue-green Gulf. A pleasant morning with white birds, white sand up to the green and brown sea oats to the pastel green condo wall. You were up after three and were sitting on the deck when you were surprised and delighted to see mother nature in action on the beach. A quick meeting, no more than five minutes of energy and heat then it was swiftly over and done with. Made you think about how much can be done in less than a moment or five that may have consequences that last a lifetime and beyond. Beyond is the operative word here.

         I am thinking statistically, how it would be if each person ever born had a destiny of sorts once born. Let’s go back (in theory) to just those who have lived on the planet since our theoretical mitochondrial Eve. All of us and our ancestors. How would the metaphysics of this be set up? That is, how would human beings set up the metaphysics? Allowances would have to be made for accidents, mutations and otherwise. And, most particularly for Free Will. And then there is natural Necessity as an override. It is interesting. None of this would have to have a ‘Consciousness’ as such as it would be more of a very sophisticated ‘engine’. This still allows for G---D or not, whether in any human concept of G---D or otherwise.

         I have to my left the official cathedral guide to Canterbury Cathedral with the frontal piece a photo of the west door and the two towers of the cathedral. Beautiful architecture. One of my favorite places is the simplicity of the Great Cloister.

         You are hesitant to include the two shots taken in 2007 on your second visit because you feel you are consciously desiring to include them like this is some sort of scrapbook of memories, which indeed it is not. What these pictures really represent to you is a quiet scholarly sort of life of contemplation of consciousness within and beyond the cosmos. As such, they do belong here. Place the interior shot first.

         I like the quietness, the architecture of the library of the mind.

         It is as the library of your mind. No books, though you spent down time yesterday downloading fifty-eight books, starting with Homer’s "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey," many European and English classics from the iBook library, all for free via the Gutenberg Project.

         I chose mostly the books I have already read and I read Alexander Pope’s Preface to Homer’s "The Iliad" and "Civil Disobedience" by Henry David Thoreau as well as quick twenty-five page skims of most of the others. It was fun, and a reminder.

         A reminder of what, orndorff?

         A reminder of thought.

         Post. More later, as time and situation permits. – Amorella.

         Later, afternoon. You had lunch at the Daiquiri Deck. Carol is taking a nap and the others are out at the pool. Let’s work on this last scene.

Scene 14, first revision

         "An earthly mental framework formed without Merlyn’s conscious knowledge, the inward vision of the fourteenth century cathedral at Canterbury in southeast England’s district of Kent. In life, in the sixth century, this Scottish bard, Merlyn the Druid, had once tread the local grounds of St. Martin of Tours, the oldest church in England still in use today, in hopes of speaking to the then pagan Kentish King Ethelbert and his Queen, Bertha, the Christian daughter of Charibert I, King of Paris. Merlyn had surprisingly reflected upon his arrival at the church to meet Ethelbert, this St. Martin’s is hallowed ground, but it is not Druidic hallowed ground.

         Merlyn’s unconscious mind is trained in the Classical and Druidic way through Greek and Latin. The earthly ecclesiastical nest-work coming to mind is a crucible of powdered red earth, fire heated and slowly stirred in a beaker of the waters from the mighty Styx, allowing Merlyn to incubate long thinking through an alchemized mind."

         More needs to be done. Another busy family day. Almost time for bed. Tomorrow, perhaps another paragraph or so. – Amorella.


          I am far too wordy. Concentration is hard to come by.