An update on the talk and bed selection of scene thirteen of chapter six.
How would it really be, asked Salamon, if, when dead, we met with someone who had killed our parents or grandparents?
This is a problem, thought Sophia. We have been thinking the Dead would unite to find a way home, to Earth, back to the Living. She mumbled, “I would imagine this kind of thing has been resolved.”
“Like it is resolved within our own culture?” asked Salamon. “People avoid others or ignore them. You ostracize your enemy as others do you. We can always disappear in such situations and do. Avoidance. How is that going to work if we Dead have to unite on a common front?”
“This is painful to think on, Salamon. Fratricides. Incest. Premeditated murder. People spend most of their time speculating what was going on in the perpetrator’s mind. Then floods of anger and wish for vengeance for lack of justice in our family ties.”
Salamon chuckled darkly and commented, “It appears there is no divine justice here, at least not amongst our own cultural tribes.”
“We are here in Elysium. Where are the other Greeks? Are they in Tartarus? Is this truly the division?”
“Then we unite with other Dead who are as we are, the good, the considered heroes of the culture. The evil in each civilization is banished. That is how it seems,” responded Salamon.
“Divine Justice then is swift and without retribution either way. We each, as we are, satisfied with our friends, neighbors and acquaintances in this place.” Sophia, thus satisfied, added with a sparkle, “We have common Greek ground in Justice.”
He grinned and proclaimed, “All the Greek Dead?”
She desirably responded with a siren’s alluring eyes, “I should think.”
Mattress on the floor in the evening. Salamon, turned to lay on his upraised back, supporting by his elbows and focusing on Sophia’s lower back. Sophia’s left hand rests on the mattress as she tucked and rested her right hand on his inner right thigh with a slight index and middle finger touch. She said in her reassuring tone, “Do you feel it now?”
Salamon’s satisfying smile remains unseen by Sophia. He replied straightforwardly, “You are wonderfully arched – a bridge of affection.”
She inched her softly bent rump up and closer to his upper chest. “How’s this?” she asked patiently.
Salamon did not reply, enjoying the slight prickle of inner and outer feminine rounded parts across his ribs as well as the nearly unconscious contact with her left breast just above his left knee.
Face bent down if she were speaking to her lover in a totality of secrets Sophia whispered, “My dear Salamon, where are you?”
“I sense your unusual warmth but am little stirred.” Deeper voiced he said, “I am more interested in the widening of your backside.”
Sophia lightly squeezed her right hand, playfully and discretely. She commented, “A little stirring is truthfully put.” Such as it is, she thought. Mind outlines the body, hands and bodily warmth. The illusionary sense of being wholly bodied once more. The hand can grasp a once masculinity. This fervent tubular swelling of passionate enthusiasm fills within my functioning hand. The unanticipated pleasurable surprises trickle slowly, perspiration-like along the ancient bodily ways of man-kind. Arousal and salivation – breathing, ever a genuine semblance bordering life and death. Our pupils dilate or appear to. We become one, a fleshy bubble to hold the skinless mind. This is what it is to be dead and still human.
***
Late afternoon, within an hour it will be dark. Errands and chores today, tomorrow a Christmas return to the frozen north shore of Ohio and the United States.
Christ’s Mass has lost something over two thousand years.
How do you know, you are not Catholic.
Good point. Plus, I don’t know anyway. I don’t know why I thought it either, just came out with the “Christmas return”. I’ll leave religion and politics out of it.
All Holy Days should be like that, no religion or politics involved. – Amorella.
I don’t think you should say something like that Amorella. People will be offended.
Are you offended?
Strangely, I am somewhat. I am not sure why, but the declarative of your statement creates the sound, the tone if you will, of a simple ‘moral’ truth when it is an opinion.
Sorry then. What do you wish me to do about the offensive statement, or more specifically, the “should” in my statement? [. long pause .] Since you cannot come up with a clear response, post as is. Later, dude. – Amorella.
Time for bed but I have been thinking and still am. People are always open to be offended by one thing or another, sometimes I am offended too. But then, ‘why?’ I wonder. Within me, it is probably pride or arrogance. It is difficult for me to image a Holy Day without a religious reference. A sacred political day is easier, 4 July comes to mind. Presidents’ Day, Memorial Day, Labor Day, all come to mind. Every culture has their sacred political days.
How can you have a sacred day without it being attached to one religion or another or to a group of religions? Earth Day comes to mind, but one could argue it is a Nature Day and thus spiritually religious to some – like Druids or various Native American tribal days connected with the calendar. In this country even the opening day of baseball might be considered sacred and even political to some as the sport is a national pastime.
These are some of my extemporaneous thoughts of the moment. Another thought that just hit me is that if an alien were to say upon being asked of herorhis religion and sheorhe says:
“All of our Holy Days exclude references to religion and politics.”
I would find it most interesting and wonder how that can be? What have these moral behaving and intelligent aliens concluded? What is a Holy Day? I would assume it would have something to do with what is held sacred. Nature? G---D? What?
How about “Peace and Good Will”?
So unexpected.
It fits with freely giving, among other things, the gift of good health from one similar species to another in the same galaxy.
Sometimes, Amorella, you leave me simply speechless.
Good. Now post, and go to bed. – Amorella.
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