Notes & a draft selection from scene nine

         Yesterday’s blog was a real eye opener. I don’t think right even on paper. I mentioned pennies when pennies weren’t an option as I had previously said there were no pennies. I did not catch this until I reread it. Thoughts unfiltered from mind to fingertips. I am so used to this process of thinking with my fingertips that I forget what I am doing. Before sleep last night though I thought, ‘well, this is the way it is, so if I can find a way to use the material, with Thales doing the thinking, I might as well put my misplaced thinking to some kind of legitimate work. So, if I could drop the pennies and the jar and make it relevant to something Thales would consider, then why not. At least I can’t be accused of making the scene up.'

         That’s the idea, old man, put your thoughts to use. We can work out something, but not at the moment. Too early, plus I’m busy. Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.

         Mid-afternoon. Carol is making turkey vegetable soup and reading the Sunday paper. The cat is spying on blowing leaves in the evergreen shrub running parallel to the living room window and you are evermore relaxed after a nap and a warm jetted bath with bubbles. An easy-going Sunday afternoon with retired folks.

         First, set yesterday’s blog in a separate document and we’ll work on scene nine in sections. You have a sectional first paragraph, why not post it?

         I don’t know what comes before or after. Besides, the words just rolled out. I even spelled Tartarus correctly. It is like I am sitting in Thales mind transcribing as he is thinking. I don’t have a clue what Kassandra said though.

         Suddenly you are interrupted by a thought relating to quantum mechanics – that cause and effect is not necessarily a natural law in the quantum domain. This coupled with the fact that you are writing this scene in a quantum-like flavor of plot.

         Yes, it is interesting how that is. Separate lines of plot in the Merlyn books converge not always as expected. I’m sure it makes the reading difficult because unlike in a murder mystery this is continuous. One thing doesn’t always lead to another.

         So, here, in this scene you get to play along like the reader as order is not what it seems. This paragraph is not a section though. More to come. Relax now that you have had a couple bowls of Alta’s famous turkey soup for your late lunch. Add the paragraph and post. – Amorella.

Partial unordered section of scene nine:

Kassandra’s outbreak caused Thales to discouragingly wonder on his recent reasoning abilities. In madness, he thought, we Dead will fall as scattered individuals, into an unspeakable oblivion even beyond the bottomless Tartarus. Either Zeus’s or the Supervisor’s lone index finger is pressed into my mind and human thoughts are being swirled and flushed by this added godly pressure.

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         Some afternoon chores are done and I am trying to think what I could substitute for invisible pennies and a glass jar and believing they were real (sort of though they were digested).

         Not that easy, orndorff. You can’t just drop a few words and put others in place. The point is that you were thinking that what was imaginary and  thus invisible was real while others saw nothing.

         Somewhat like MacBeth at the dining table when the ghost of Banquo enters. I have had imaginary ghostly encounters before but no one else was a witness. I assume they were imaginary. Only proof counts in such situations. No proof, no ghost. I am probably not following you presently, Amorella.

         That is more like it, boy.

         So, Thales thinks Zeus or the Supervisor is in his head and he’s having a conversation while Kassandra is a witness?

         Why not?

         That’s crazy, Amorella. No wonder she thinks he’s nuts. I don’t want Thales a madman.

         Was MacBeth mad?

         No, he was stressed and confused with power and ambition. If he were mad it wouldn’t have been a tragedy (at least in my mind). Besides, Thales doesn’t want power or ambition.

         How do you know?

         Originally this is what I put down for his character before the first chapter:

[Thales is the] male figure most trusted by Number One [Sophia]. He is quick-minded, intelligent, and gifted with leaps in logic. He is prophet-like in anticipating the Supervisor’s next move, but with this gift he dances close to madness, a terror in his mind as he assumes he and perhaps all the human dead will fall into Oblivion should madness prevail in the Place of the Dead which is built within Reason’s Walls. In the blink of an eye he secretly falls in love with Number Four [Kassandra]. He thinks it is a trick of the Supervisor who has somehow got into his mind. He is secretly concerned he is Supervisor’s mole and he will be the downfall of the Rebellion.

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         I see Thales as a cross between William Blake and Captain Ahab. I personally identify more with Mario. Ahab is not crazy and neither is Blake. Both men, one real and one fiction, have recognized an invisible ‘truth’ in nature and also in themselves.

         All for now, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.

          Selection from scene nine: 

. . . Kassandra’s outbreak caused Thales to discouragingly wonder on his recent reasoning abilities. In madness, he thought, we Dead may fall, scattered individuals, into an unspeakable oblivion even beyond the bottomless Tartarus. Either Zeus’s or the Supervisor’s lone index finger is pressed into my mind and human thoughts are being swirled and flushed by this added godly pressure.

         Can Zeus throw a lightning bolt here, in my mind? How do I know I am struck? We have no epileptic-like fits in this Place. No diseases. I think I cannot be struck down. Do I focus on myself or the god or would be god who presses within? It is baffling to think when so struck with such unknown empty forces full of a continuity from before a Beginning. Such kindness not to have a physical body. Yet, the mind races like the sound of chariot wheels behind the power of the strongest horses as a god or  goddess cheers at the sideline. On both sides of the track at once. I am built to defy the strongest of deities so that I might continue to survive.

         The reins are for my own control no matter what horses are driven. It is that I cannot survive in my own mind without forcing even the king of all gods out. To defy a god either named or nameless is to say I exist still. I defy my own mind with solidified reason, the only known weight holding me down and raising me up both at once, is to obey my own otherwise subjected free will.

         In my own mind I stand free to object what is known and unknown in my own nature and in the nature of this Place, Elysium, or such an illusionary Place as this by any other name called. Madness would be scared shitless in such a warring field as this. I exist by my own reason. I defy the gods on one side and madness on the other and race the field to think once again beyond such senseless grounds as these struck by my own enigmatic fears. 

         Thales looks up from the mental floor of blackness below and says, “So fair, my Kassandra, your dark eyes are but beacons for my full resolve – I stand here without madness and without gods both at once." . . . .

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         You are not impressed, old man.


          I am not that old, Amorella. 


          No more tonight. Post. - Amorella.