Notes

        Up by mid-morning, breakfast and the usual readings. A fellow coming in mid-afternoon to measure windows and give you a second estimate. Carol's upstairs and the cat hiding out, probably on the second shelf behind a line of clothes, in the corner behind the bedroom closet door, napping.

         There are many kinds of invisibility I suppose. I assume Ezekiel is going to find he has been hiding behind himself for some time. That is, there is a difference, I assume, between Ezekiel the Priest and Ezekiel the human being. Being dead may help to clarify this difference.

         Sometimes you can be right on, orndorff. Indeed that is the present direction as only an example of course of the immediacy in consciousness Living and Dead. Ezekiel the Priest, is for the most part, left behind. In your own life, if you were in the book, it would be similar, that is, the teacher, researcher, and writer would be left behind.

         Wow! This is a surprise. What would be left? Those are aspects of myself that I love to be a part of, they are my persona, and I think an authentic part of myself. I assume I would take the teacher, researcher and writer with me when I die, even theoretically within context of the books. After all, I am a representative character in the first three books; one as the twin brother of Robert in “The Brothers” selections. And, two, a part of me is Blake Williams in “Pouch Text” selections.

          You were interrupted by household chores calling to be completed. Later, dude. Post. Amorella.

         First things first, orndorff. 1. When dead, who are you going to teach? What would be the curriculum? Why? 2. When dead, what are you going to research? How are you going to research? And, 3. When dead, how are you going to write anything?

         Okay, no teaching and no writing. I didn’t really think that out. Researching though would be possible through meeting and greeting other (like-minded or like souled) Dead. So, back to the point, Ezekiel would no longer be a priest, but he might meet or enjoy meeting like-culturally minded/souled individuals.

         What if Ezekiel quickly meets someone who politely says, “And, who are you?”

         Now, this is a stumper. If it were me I could say who I was in life, but being dead, I don’t know how I would think out an honest response.

         An unknown human ‘voice’ is about  to ‘say’ this to Ezekiel (to continue my example of being dead in short order).

         I will have to think about what I would say first.

         Why don’t you do that. We have to keep a sense of ‘authenticity’ here. Post. Tomorrow, old man. – Amorella.