Notes & conclusion of scene eight

         Busy day. Earlier you received a FB message from Kay H. and it made you think of how it is that old friendships, even as far back as grade school can be rekindled and warmed without a thought. Without a thought means, to you, without use of the mind. Therefore, to you, reunion-like friendships such as this are energized by the heart and as the ‘feelings and/or attachments’ do not seem to have a sense of time connected with them, you wonder if somehow the heart is more timeless than you suspect (from your personal observations) or if there is also a presupposition of soul to this process of rekindled friendships.

         Thank you for the construction, Amorella, as I was not sure how to begin the deliberation. First, for me, friendships are deeper than ‘romances’. Deeper, I do not like the word and always feel like I need to deconstruct it. A rekindled romance is less than a rekindled friendship. In my mind, in the books themselves, it is the friendship that ties the people or cultures together in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. Friendship is not bound or tied (necessarily) to romantic passion. I am having trouble thinking this out here. One of the wonderful aspects of writing is that it allows a person to clean up their thinking things through.

         Do not delete the above as it shows the problem you have in thinking out matters that are, from my perspective, spiritual in nature first. Friendship is spiritual, orndorff, in your books. The human spirit is tied to friendship, actually, friendship before family in your mind.

         Somehow it seems wrong to think this, Amorella. In most every culture friendship appears to come second to family. It is a disturbing thought and I don’t feel I agree with it.

         Within the books I am dealing with it that way. If you disagree to the point of being uncomfortable I will change it.

         It seems that somehow that makes one disloyal to family.

         Orndorff, the real family, is/are friends first. Look at the families you know and you will see this is the case. Post. – Amorella.

         After CSI. Let’s work on this scene.

***

          Early afternoon. Mario and Sophia invite Aeneas into her private abode where they each sit on one of the three chairs available.

         Aeneas glances about the subdued atmosphere of the room which is lined with wood planks covering the stone. He thinks, this is as a simple structure, a shed. Why all the wood? Just the stone frame around the window, the open sky does not seem as connected as with the usual stone interior. I don’t like it.

         “What brings you, Aeneas?” asked Sophia.

         “I am glad you are both here. Takis gave Thales a stone bench thinking this morning and told him it was a gift from my father. At least that is what he told me. My father would have no reason to give Thales a gift. He has never met him as far as I know.”

         Mario mumbled, mostly to himself, “Why is this important?”

         “I could think of no reason,” replied Aeneas, “but the point is that I discovered through the conversation with Thales, that Takis had disguised himself. I reasoned him out because he stood old and he had a slight gap between his teeth.

         Mario chuckled, “Those yellowed teeth of his. He wears them as if they are an honor.”

         “No, Mario. Thales said they were white and that Takis’s complexion was pale. It was a purposeful disguise.”

         Sophia suddenly spoke, “Takis doesn’t even know Thales nor Thales Takis as far as I know. There is no reason for a disguise.”

         “Thales said he was visiting Kassandra this afternoon.”

         “What does this have to do with searching for our foreign relatives across the Styx?” suggested Sophia. “You and Mario should be the ones to first make communication with our equally dead cousins.”

         Mario noted, “We are not shamans. We were let in as observers. I assume that Takis will bring one of the foreign Dead here when he captures one.”

         “What good will that do, Mario?”

         “I will talk to Mother,” said Sophia, “and find out what Takis is up to.”

         “What if Mother doesn’t know?” responded Aeneas without much thought.

         Sophia quietly thought, Takis has knowledge we do not. It is not a friendly sign. She said, “Our Mother knows. Mother know everything.”

***

I don’t like this second half. The last line is a wee bit trite.

Stay with me here, orndorff. We can re-work on this during the audio draft if need be. The next scene will be solely Takis and Kassandra lying in bed with the billowing white clouds drifting overhead.

Why is this important?

Thales secretly thinks that Zeus or the Supervisor is close by. He feels a presence is just behind the next cloud. Reality or a delusion. It is more difficult to understand reality when you are Dead.

Kassandra becomes afraid that if Thales loses his reason, he will disappear. She feels that reason comes first for the Dead, it is the individual and community stable, like gravity. You have no reason, then you have no construct for a self-identity, that is her point. I think you will enjoy their conversation.

Sounds like a bit of gallows humor coming up. For some reason I am thinking of JFK winning the election in 1960 and signing his death warrant in the process.

The irony in the scene is that the Dead are more mentally stable than the Living. – Amorella.

Ho, ho! I did not see that coming.

Of course not. Post. – Amorella. 

Notes & first part of scene eight

        Upon reading the Enquirer this morning you were greeted with a great deal of red printed headlines and were reading the Sports Page earlier than the occasional glance. The sun is coming up and it looks like it will be another great day in Cincinnati. It reminds you of the time in the seventies when Carol saw her first Reds game and either Johnny Bench or Pete Rose hit a grand slam and she didn’t realize these things don’t happen every day in the sport.

         I have nothing against sports, Amorella, but I am rather indifferent to them. I am not a fan. Growing up I was – the Reds, the Indians, the Ohio State football and basketball, and the Browns. I was a fan of each. Then one day, when we were overseas, it went away although I was aware of Pele. If you were in Brazil it was impossible not to be aware of the wonderfully great footballer. We came home and the leagues changed and it was not the same as when the Browns played in the old National Football League of the fifties. Interest dwindled in the individual players as the old ones retired and it never regained.

         Can you not think of Milton’s Paradise Lost when you see the word ‘regained’?

         Hardly. A painting alluding to Paradise Lost was used in one of our shows recently but I forget which. Human Target maybe. And Milton was brought up in NCIS last night. The teacher asked the students for the well known quote, “Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.” It is better and grander with the fuller Milton quotation.”

“Here at least

We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built

Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:

Here we may reign secure; and , in my choice,

To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:

Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.” [Book One]

           Magnificent lines beautifully filled with haunting words of self-pride. Self-condemning words. Such thoughts that run through Satan’s character – and G---D has to do nothing as Satan, in his supreme angelic intellect, will, and ambition, has brought it all on himself.

Now, to me, this puts the red Enquirer headlines in a somewhat meaningful perspective. To each their own, but for me I prefer Milton.

Thus, are you then guilty of meaningful arrogance in context?

I don’t know, Amorella, am I?

Each has a right to herorhis opinions in the books, I see no difference out here in the real world. – Amorella.

Opinions are not worth a grain of salt.

They are as the wind, orndorff – a light pleasant breeze to a stirring mighty storm. As such, they are worth something in the real world.

Not a response I would have given, Amorella.

That is a more thoughtful consideration, old man. Post. – Amorella.

You are sitting in a Kenwood area lot just north of I-71 waiting for Carol to pick up new glasses after stopping by Casual Male for a new ‘hoodie’ and a late lunch at Potbelly’s.

Later. You had a walk in the park. Carol is still walking as she took the longer route while you stayed amongst the trees in the north valley of Pine Hill. During the time you were thinking about Milton’s lines that you transcribed earlier today, and about how that can somehow relate to this book’s Rebellion as originally when I suggested these last three books you first considered you were in no way good enough to follow the esoteric writings of Milton, Dante and Virgil.

Allusion is all I am looking for, Amorella. A rebellion among the human Dead is hardly similar to the rebellion of angels in Milton. Far less to consider as G---D is at least a step beyond the boundaries of the Merlyn books in terms of plot, character and theme. The setting is natural to the human mind if it stays ‘human’ after death, if, of course, it continues to exist in any manner or form after physical death. Intellect, will, and ambition driven by self-pride is what I would like to instill, but subtlety.

That is not what these three fictional books are about, orndorff.

I realize this. Wishful thinking on my part. The three writers are three of the best I have studied and I would like to emulate them in some way, that’s what it comes down to. I am satisfied if I have been doing my best, but I don’t know what ‘best’ is for myself. According to my Aunt Patsy, I am very creative, so I suppose I have that going for me. Otherwise though, I see no literary work I can compare these books to in terms of theme and scope. My characters are probably not so well developed but there are many settings in these books so if they are reasonable and without flourish, then I suppose I can give myself credit there too. I do a lot of research on setting where it is possible. I assume for most readers the works are ‘too much’ and ‘over the top’ and perhaps even ‘incomprehensible’. Which if that is the case I can understand their point.

If I complete all six books I can hear an editor saying to herorhimself: “If he would cut these six books down to a thousand pages and say the same thing and clean up the grammar, it might be worth a print for an extremely limited audience – no, we would never break even – he needs to cut it to one thousand pages and have iUniverse or some other self-publisher pick it up, and hope he might pick up a larger audience.”

If I did not know better I would say this sounds just like you. Cynical and realistic to the core. Yet, you continue.

I know. My sister, Cathy, wonders the same thing. She encourages me but she can’t believe I am still plowing away at these books.

You ask a good question, why do I continue writing? The only answer I can come up with is that I am driven to finish these books if I live long enough. Then I can say to myself, “I am satisfied, I am content with my accomplishments in this life. I didn’t want to be here in the first place but I did something. I have a good family and good friends and for my professional career I did the best I could do within my limits, and as I long wanted to be a writer, I have accomplished that also. What more do I need to be content? Nothing, that I can think of.”

There you are, orndorff. That was simple enough. You need to remember this from time to time, for perspective, you see. Post. – Amorella. 

‘Undercovers’ is over and you have time to write on scene eight. Let’s get started.

Scene Eight

  Nearing noon by Earth standards, Thales found himself sitting on his favorite bench near the seven steps down to the small rectangular stone pool in Garden Park off the northeast corner of  the east-west Plaka Street and north-south Eleusis. The Temple to Athena sets directly on the corner of Eleusis and Plaka. Thales was glancing down to the reflective waters of the pool but thinking about the virgin, Goddess Athena instead.

  Were I to have sprung from the head of Zeus I would do my own wheeled reckoning. I am not so clever as Salamon who thinks the Supervisor, who is some way works for Zeus. Kassandra believes the Supervisor is god-like Betweener or directly connected with Hera. A  shimmering on the surface of the water in the pool reminded Thales of Poseidon and he quickly re-connected with the myth that the only time Athena and Poseidon ever cooperated was when Athena created a chariot and Poseidon prepared the horses to drive it. I wonder, is the heart as the chariot or the horses in carrying my thoughts to the foreign Dead who do not know me? The soul may connect to all souls, in which case it is the heart, the passion, that drives the communication, the thought across the Styx to the Egyptians or Phoenicians. Earlier today I swear I felt such a thought coming from nowhere. The realized focus dulled into a thought or a foreign presence, then quietly disappeared from consciousness.

“Hello, Thales,” said Aeneas as he sat beside his friend. “I was told you wanted to meet here . . . something about my father.”

 Thales smiled warmly, “Yes, your father sent me a surprise gift today even though we have never met.”

 “Why would he do that?” replied Aeneas bluntly.

 “I do not know. I thought you might.”

 “I rarely see the man,” said Aeneas abruptly. “He is with his friends not his family.”

 “Anchises gave me a stone bench for quiet thinking.”

 “You have a chair and a bed. What need have you for a bench?” Then he quickly added, ”Did he deliver it himself?”

  “No. An old man did. One I have not seen before. Why anyone would wish to look old when there is no need in this place is beyond me.”

   Pride, thought Aeneas suddenly. “Did the old man have gapped front teeth and a large nose?”

   “No,” replied Thales, “no large nose. In fact he was rather hairless, but his teeth appeared strangely cloud white, and I believe there was a small gap between the two front ones. Do you know the ancient?”

   “No, I do not. The one I was thinking on had a large nose and a ruddy complexion.”

   “This man was moon pale by the looks of him,” noted Thales, at once disappointed.

***

  We are moving along, boy. Not what you expected?

  I never know what to expect, but I enjoyed it rather well. Different. Aeneas suspects the old man is Takis and wonders on his motives. That’s what I think. Thales is still caught up in the heart, soul, mind thing – the vehicle that carries the thought. I was surprised he realizes he had felt ‘something’ from ‘elsewhere’ and suspects it is one of the foreign Dead trying to communicate with him.

  I know that intuitive feeling myself in real life.

  Of course, orndorff, a bit of reality or self-inventive fiction. Either way I can put it to work, which I am doing. All for tonight, boy. – Amorella. 

Notes and the completed scene seven of chapter six

        After noon. You have read more UFO material sent from Doug G. today and it gnaws your mind’s logic because common sense (through reasonable, recorded conversations with years of otherwise professional eyewitnesses) tells you that UFO’s are real and extraterrestrial, but they may not appear as they are in physical in human reality. You are more desirous of reading an alien mind from a distance than in seeing a physical alien live.

         I had not thought this, Amorella, but I am sure there is a truth to it. And, there is a sad truth to the thought that I feel we humans could raise ourselves up to our greater humanity and appear as aliens ourselves, that is, aliens to our ancient ways with dealing with supposed and real enemies of the various cultural tribes that exist here on Earth. I would like to work this thinking on aliens in book six one way or another. Meanwhile, I have book four to look after.

         You are sitting in the McD’s lot watching traffic on Mason-Montgomery Road. Errands to do but you are both relaxing. Carol is playing a word game on her iPad as you are writing. This is ‘getting out of the house’ time. Let’s go to the scene.

Scene Seven

         Mid-morning of the eighth day. Thales sat on a chipped out and smoothed white stone bench in front of his private sanctuary, a gift from Aeneas’s father, or so he had been told by the disguised ancient shaman, Takis, who had just delivered it. “Each morning sit on this and glance to the few clouds in the sky  to clear your mind,” had suggested the old deliverer.

         A gift from Aeneas’s father, Anchises? Strange. I don’t think I ever spoke to him. He smiled, I remember joking with Kassandra about Thales’s father when she wondered about how it would have been to be Thales’s mother and to have made love with Zeus. He paused. I did talk with Aeneas later that same day. Kassandra told me to ask about his father. Thales shook his head. I don’t think I did, I spent most of that time in The Mikroikia talking to Aeneas about his mother the first time I met him directly.

         Anchises sent me this chair, this gift, for the pleasure of my thinking. A gracious response as I originally thought or remembered Anchises to his son, Aeneas, and Aeneas must have told him so. The gift is out of kindness for being remembered.

         Thales slouched slightly creating more comfort for the corporal body he does not have. The heart is the giving place and is thus more important than the soul. We have to communicated with the Dead of other cultural tribes with our hearts not our souls or even our minds.

         How does one do this? I exist first through my mind. We Dead dress this place, Elysium, for our collective comfort by our collective mind. Mind first. Reason, the skeletal structure, is always the Prime. Without the self-structure of mind thought cannot exist.

         What then is the structure of the heart? Is it a vessel or a vehicle, or both? What dwells in the individual and collective hearts of the Dead that differs from the hearts of the Living? Our collective heart must somehow communicate with the collective heart of other cultural tribes? Thales found himself snickering. How could anyone possibly feel that our collective minds could do anything but structure? Our collective tribal reason and will allows us to survive in such a place as this. What is our common ground with the other tribes beside surviving death? Perhaps nothing.

         A communicative thought may dwell in either the heart or the mind. This is easily observed Here as well as when we were Living. A heart registers charged passions; degrees of full or empty as the element of water and the mind registers basic degrees up or down as sky and ground. A heart is charged with temperaments. A mind holds minute matters from open to closed. We are at present collectively closed to our fellow tribal cousins, all sons and daughters of our original earthly Mother.

         These are Thales's first thoughts while sitting on the generous gift in front of his sanctuary from the ever elusive shaman, Takis; an open mind without the usual social tribal filters where need be.

***

         You are surprised that the scene appears done, at least for now, and it is, old man. The next scene has Thales talking with Aeneas who in turn speaks to Mario and Sophia while Thales goes off in search of Kassandra. All for now, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.

Notes

         Later, on a Monday morning. Last  Thursday, upon leaving, you left your MacBook on top of the lawn mower in the garage as you drove off and up to the North Coast. Once at Kim and Paul’s you were busy most of the time and Paul just sent a snapshot of Owen and you doing what you presently do best on a Sunday morning.

         I have decided that I don’t really have the time to write when visiting. Too much going on or not going on.  I like this surprise photo sent to me this morning because it reminds me of the physical warmth a little body provides. Reminds me of bonding with daughter when she was his age (eight months). Reminds me of all the good in raising a child. – rho

         Say what you will, the photo bothers you because of the camera’s position, i.e. Paul’s. You are sitting next to the fireplace plus how is it that the picture on the far wall and the curtains are not parallel?

         I tried to straighten the photo with the curtain being parallel with the right side of the framing, but obviously reason did not coincide with reality. Ah, hmmm. I see small a personal lesson here.

         And one you should address, orndoff. Post. – Amorella.

        This is fairly easy, Amorella. I get carried away with things and don’t focus on what is important. I made an adjustment in the photo because it didn’t look ‘right’.  Obviously, Paul held the camera at a place between us and the fireplace that I could not have gotten to myself. He is much more agile plus a four degree black belt in Taekwondo. The camera was at a slight tilt when he took the photo making the far wall look out of kilter. What it comes down to is that I thought the questions before I actually took the time to think it out. Silliness on my part. And, yes, it bothers me because I hope this is not the beginning of my falling into some sort of old age mental collapse. I would like to finish the books first and here I am putzing around when I should just listen to your ‘voice’ and let the story actually fly together.

         That is not going to happen, orndorff, because you have set a demand to remain honest and authentic, that is, you have set the demand that the books be written by your basic humanity. In order for this to happen the story has to develop from your notes so that you can understand how you came to use the words used by myself. If from this you want to think of me as a symbol of what is basically human within yourself go ahead and do so.

         Good. I like this. I like the simplification because otherwise I am trying to add things together that don’t add. This relieves the inner mystery as to what you are about. I can deal with it.

         You have dealt with the circumstances around your writing and me so far with perhaps too much imagination and wonder. But then that is who you are also, too much imagination and wonder. All are a part of your authenticity. We will continue along and if you live long enough you will finish the books. If you don’t, then you won’t.

         I can easily (perhaps too easily) live with that.

         This is not a punishment. This is not driven by some kind of secret guilt. You have done nothing in your life that would deserve such a thought, yet you wonder anyway. It is like the story in the book where Blake thinks there is a body buried under the front porch of your grandparents’ house at the corner of Knox and Walnut. That comes from your younger childish imagination and I put it to use.

         I think it comes down to this. For some reason I feel guilty for being alive. I don’t know why other than science cheated me out of a fairly quick death after birth. I didn’t want to be here, yet here I am. I had no conscious control over this. And, I suppose I resent it.

         Sounds like a thought to keep in mind, orndorff. For the sake of perspective. Post. Later, dude. – Amorella.

         Mid-afternoon, and errands to run.

         I am bothered by errands and chores. I seem to use the same word for both. >  An errand is always composed of a short trip while a chore is a routine task.  It is strange I would use one for the other especially in these notes.

         Many of your chores are composed of errands, old man. Let it go. Errands are what you do while Carol does most of the chores.

         Not too good as I am mainly the driver, she still goes along for the chore end of it, especially groceries.

         Further clarification, as if it were needed. – Amorella.

         I am suddenly running into problems loading onto my blogsite. If this is not correctable I suppose I will have to shut this site down and begin another.

         Then you need to back up your material, orndorff. – Amorella.
 

      I have backed up the blog from day one over a year ago. Actually, I was thinking of sending out a CD to each of those who were in the original books. Without them none of this would have been possible.

      List them here boy, with further acknowledgement even though they are listed elsewhere and in the books. The original names will do.

      Here are the “Acknowledgements from Braided Dreams, book one:

Acknowledgments

All of the legendary historical names, theoretical concepts and novel trivia can be found bubbling through the vast Google cauldron, World Book Multimedia Encyclopedia, Version 9. and Encyclopedia Britannica 2005 software. The chess games were played by the free online computer chess program titled Sigma Chess 6.1 or by my ChessMaster 9000 software. All the work was created on my Apple iBook G4.

I thank wife Carol and daughter Kim for their diligence and patience, and I thank my good friends and first readers: Fritz, Bob, Alta and Craig, Jeanne and Jim, Cathy and Tod, Kim and Paul, Gary, Angie, and Laney for their patience and liberality. I also thank two very special first readers, my aunt and uncle, Patricia ‘Pat’ and Warren ‘Ernie’ of Westerville, Ohio for their insight and kindness.  The many revisions to get from first draft to here are through the help of these friends. 

I also thank Robert Pringle for permission to use two of his previously published poems: “Nature Junkie” and “Transplant Waiting Room, Children’s Hospital”.

And, a special thank you and formal bow to my Muse, to m’Lady, and to my inner writer, Amorella, who devised, directed and delivered this manuscript from my unconscious mind through my unconscious fingertips tapping the keyboard.

            This will do. Post. – Amorella. 

            Later, you are at the Kroger’s lot on Tylersville and it has been raining all afternoon, something for which you and others and thankful for as it has not really rained since the early to middle of July in your Ohio County of Warren.

         Reading the ‘Acknowledgements’ today the last paragraph appears rather odd after the other ‘thank you’s’. ‘Unconscious mind through unconscious fingertips’ seems redundant. And, it shows that after all this time (I think it was written in 05 or 06) I still do not have any better way of expressing the description of the writing operation. I’m ready to get on with this next scene, Amorella.

         While working on this scene I discovered a connection between Aeneas and Thales – Thales first made a joke to Kassandra:

           “I wonder how it would have been being alive and have a god make love to me?” questioned Kassandra.

             “I’ll ask Aeneas what his father thinks,” replied Thales jokingly.

             Kassandra suddenly remarked, “Why is Aeneas here in this Place if his mother is Aphrodite?”

            “Now, that is a good question,” expounded Thales as he edged over and gave her a peck on her right cheek. “That is a thinking woman’s question.” I wonder if I should ask him, he thought.

             “I have another good question,” she responded, “At one time his father, Anchises feared for his life thinking Zeus would bolt him for being a mortal and having a relationship with a goddess, but Zeus did not.  Anchises is here among us too.”

             Thales replied, “He is, but he is not one of us ten thousand.”

             “Why is that?” she asked.

             “I don’t know. Mother made up the original list,” stated Thales matter of factly.

             Kassandra responded, “Our greater Mother?”

             “That’s what Mario told me.”

             “Thales, why don’t you ask Aeneas about his father.”

             “He might not know his father is not on our list,” replied Thales.

             “Surely he would,” said Kassandra somewhat sympathetically.

[From Ch.3,sc.4]

***

Scene Seven

         Mid-morning of the eighth day. Thales sat on a chipped out and smoothed white stone bench in front of his private sanctuary, a gift from Aeneas’s father, or so he had been told by the disguised ancient shaman, Takis, who had just delivered it. “Each morning sit on this and glance to the few clouds in the sky  to clear your mind,” had suggested the old deliverer.

         A gift from Aeneas’s father? Strange. I don’t think I ever spoke to him. He smiled, I remember joking with Kassandra about Thales’s father when she wondered about how it would have been to be Thales’s mother and to make love with Zeus. He paused. I did talk with Aeneas the same day. Kassandra told me to ask about his father. He shook his head. I don’t think I did, I spent most of that time in The Mikroikia talking to Aeneas about his mother. I think that is the first time I met him directly.

***

         I really don’t know where this came from, Amorella. I don’t have a memory as such but I went back through the first five chapters and used ‘Find Aeneas’ and stopped in Chapter Three where he comes up for the first time. I cannot believe I could do something with Thales and Takis but that was the lead in to this scene. Thales did meet with Aeneas at the restaurant but he did not mention Aeneas’s father to him. He could have though, and if so, word may have got back to his father, Anchises. I guess this is reasonable enough. Takis was using the situation though, or so it is implied, as is Takis’ power of suggestion to Thales about the chair being able to ‘clear his mind’.  This reminds me of Obi Wan Kenobi. I suppose this is plausible too especially as he is the book’s first shaman.

         Somehow, I assume this will lead Thales to connect his heart rather than his mind to Takis and through Takis, to Ezekiel’s ‘righteous heart’.

         Yes, you see this coming. I’ll have Thales think through the heart business from his perspective of Aeneas and something words that lead to a bonding of their two hearts. He assumes he did say something to Aeneas about his father. So, we will continue with this line of reasoning later, time for the national news coming up. Post for now. – Amorella. 

         After watching “The Event”. I am going to need a good analogy here, one that will fit with Greek logic of the approximate time period. > Something to do with the analogy that the earth floated on water, that the earth was of a particular quality of buoyancy similar to wood but not air. This is a notion that Aristotle later did not agree with.  Also, Thales supposedly said that the soul is cause by movement, that lodestone has a soul because it causes movement to iron. And, Aristotle goes on to say (De An. 405 a20-22) “Some think that the soul pervades the whole universe, whence perhaps came Thales’s view that everything is full of gods.”  However, “when Thales defined reality, he chose an element, not a god. The motive force was not a supernatural being. It was a force within the universe itself.” [From: The Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy: Thales]

         I have worked within this framework, orndorff. Tomorrow we will continue with the scene using the logic in the above paragraph. – Amorella.

         That’s fine with me as it uses some of Aristotle’s considerations with the philosopher Thales. Let’s say the heartansoulanmind is the most basic of universal elements of nature. The element need not be human, the basic element re-patterns itself within the evolution of basic matter. That it is as lodestone appeared to Thales plus my stretch here that it is a basic pre-energy of attraction of non-matter, non-physics. The mind aspect is a form of consciousness of self, the heart aspect is the ‘feeling’ of consciousness and the soul is the seemingly ‘immortal substance’ of first consciousness or first awareness of consciousness. Something like this. Well, this is what I am going to bed with. Maybe I can make do with this or something similar, or not. At least this is a first consideration.