Yesterday you spent time on home projects involving the computer and burned out by the end of the afternoon, so you and Carol caught up some with the TV recorder and then you burned out early and went to bed.
I am creating a new phone directory on paper. We have always had one and it has been four years or so since the last update. Now, most everyone has at least two phone numbers. I filled two full columns of names and numbers in an eleven point New Roman font. Now I have a least a half a page or more of ‘business/banks’ and miscellaneous household help names and numbers on the back. It just takes time. I don’t mind it actually because it needs cleaned up, especially the back page which is not under plastic so new or changed names and numbers can be added. This should be the last time I have to do this from scratch. The first time was by typewriter in 1972, the last time was by computer in 1988, otherwise only updates were made along the way every two or three years.
Carol has lunch with Blue Ash retirees, why don’t you stop and have lunch, watch the latest Warehouse 13, then we can work. You have been thinking about chapter six whether you realize it or not. When you read anything you continually look for something that might jog your mind on another consciously unthought of path. Today you joined an organization you read about in today’s New York Times on iPad – here is a part of their welcome letter:
Edge.org is the web publication of Edge Foundation, Inc which was established in 1988 as an outgrowth of a group known as The Reality Club. The mandate of Edge Foundation is to promote inquiry into and discussion of intellectual, philosophical, artistic, and literary issues, as well as to work for the intellectual and social achievement of society.
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I don’t know that I am going to do much with this Amorella because I do not fit either intellectually or scholarly. I am going to read some of what they discuss though. It looks interesting, and if it helps jogs some things in my head then that is okay. The site appears a bit above my station though.
Post. Later, dude. – Amorella.
Corn on the cob and stuffed peppers for supper, then three hours of ‘make up’ television shows. Again, you are burned out
My eyes get tired. We are caught up for now, but there are old 'The Closer' shows we are recording accidently. I don’t know how to just record the new ones. It is not a lost cause though because so far we haven’t seen any of these old shows. They are very entertaining to us. Great lines, great characters.
What happens next in chapter six?
Why don’t we go there and see. – Amorella.
Scene 2
Morning, the eighth day. Mario stirs and rises from his bed like a dead man. The upper corner of the northwest wall holds an immediate attraction. The corner lines, thought Mario. The perpendicular line from floor corner to the ceiling, to where the right and left ceiling horizontals meet. Edge lines. I think I came in from a corner. I am dead and was once alive. Perhaps a part of myself was always dead. The Living do not have the time to being conscious or even unconscious of being dead. Somewhere though, in the corner of our minds, we have always been dead. Mario suddenly smiled at the silliness of it. Minds don’t have corners. Without physics there are no lines. Before life, before the environment of life, what did we relate to? Here we are at the mercy of each other’s accepted shared reality. Personal identity demands a certain acceptance in order that we survive in life. We are built to fit into an environment larger than the concept of ourselves. This is a necessity. A potential future must exist in order for us to fill it with our conscious selves. Otherwise, why would we, the Dead, continue to exist?
We still dream so there is a discernable difference between our dreaming and our reality of being Dead. Thoughts do not do us Justice. The virtues, the standards, are our future place. We survive here, in Elysium, within the structure of Justice. The other Dead, the Dead from other cultures of the world of Earth must survive in the same definition, in the same virtue. Otherwise, the shamans could not have gathered to dance above the waters of the Styx.
I will ask Thales. We need to think of the Greater Place of All the Dead as a virtue. We need to define its limits and create a geography that allows us to travel one unto the other. The shaman know how to do it, or if they do not know they use the lines of reality to move from one culture to another.
Why do the Living exist at all? What is the purpose of physics when we only have the memory of it here? Consciousness is important in both life and death.
And, so Mario’s morning began. Thought lumbered onto to more thought but how to build a concept of Justice where the Dead of all cultures can meet and where the Dead can at least cross back into the consciousness of the Living.
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