Up fairly early, chores, breakfast and the paper. Mid-morning. Cold earlier, minus three Fahrenheit. Carol fed the birds and squirrels who are feeling the nearby environs most. . . . A needed nap, then Carol said Doug’s book arrived.
I am very excited. The back cover says this about the author: “Harald Fritzsch holds the chair in theoretical physics at the University of Munich and a staff position at the Max Planck Institute for Physics and Astrophysics.”
Perhaps the book will give your mind a stir, orndorff.
Much needed, no doubt.
It won’t hurt. Post. – Amorella.
While eating lunch I read through chapter four, to page 56. The next chapter is titled: “Newton Meets Einstein”. It has been interesting but a few pages I did not understand because some math is involved. What stuck with me was a point made back on page six. The paragraph is about Book II of the Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica. It says:
“Book II deals with applied physics. Newton investigates, among other things, the motion of rigid bodies in media such as air and water. What resistance, for example, does a body experience when it moves through such a medium?”
Immediately upon reading I wondered what the medium is that Amorella ‘runs’ through to go from myself to the book? At first glance photons (most abundant element) appears to be the answer, light. However, if ‘she’ (a consciousness) moves through light then light may be as a solid, as a wire, by which she is transmitted, as electricity through a wire.
Then, what is the media consciousness rests in? The media of thought? The sub-media of perception and so forth. Is there such a thing?
So, I am drawn back to Aristotle’s ‘Earth, Air, Fire, and Water’, the four essences plus the fifth. Ether. Where do consciousness and thought fit? What is the media they exist in? Are they as heartansoulanmind, existing in the brain in the body or even the body itself? Is consciousness a particle or wave? It moves through words and pictures with passion or intellect causing the motion for the words or images to exist in a particular form for moving from point A, the creator to point B, the receiver of the creation.
There you are. Notes so far. – Post. – Amorella.
After twenty-one hundred hours and I am trying to gather ‘Richard’s’ bio but I don’t have his memory and you don’t seem to be helping to find it.
Strange. Why would I be responsible for writing a bio of a character staged after yourself.
Oh. I mean – this is Robert’s biography and Robert’s character is staged after my old friend Robert Pringle. So much so that Bob allowed me to use his own published poetry in the books (noted in the Acknowledgements of each book). Bob Pringle and I both have similar thought patterns and word choices when it comes to our poetry. We are ‘twin-minded’ in that sense.
And, what else do you remember?
I remember that early on in the writings of book one you said that if I were not writing the books Bob, Robert Pringle would be, because we both had strong connections to one of our favorite professors at Otterbein, Dr. John Coulter, who was the English Department Chair. The literary focus in his classes was always on the study of ‘the basic human condition’ as far as literature was concerned. He was also advisor to the English Honorary, Quiz and Quill, which Bob and I were both selected for. It is difficult for me to ‘conjure’ up responses to the character without also thinking about Bob, the real person. We both taught British literature. We both write. He is much more successful with his poetry (of which he has won international awards) than I was and am with my poetry or novels. One of our favorite gallows humored jokes is that when we are both dead we will be greeters for those entering Hell. We would both like to see who pops off the Down Elevator, so to speak.
This does hold some truth to it. I stated somewhere in your notes, early on, that if you didn’t complete the first three books Bob would complete them. He said that he would in any case. It was a verbal contract. – Amorella.
I forget these things. I remember not thinking it was odd at all. In fact, at the time it brought a sense of relief that Bob would finish the books in his own way (with you present). I am so glad I have witnesses to those notes (if they kept them). I cannot begin to remember what is in all those notes. My goodness. Far too much has rolled through my head and into print.
The notes aren’t fiction, old man.
No. I hadn’t thought that. They are not. Subjective reality noted, that’s about all I can say. Thoughts. Thoughts are what they are. Mostly fiction and/or nonfiction I suppose. Perhaps the bios are not such a good idea after all. I can’t explain these characters without your help.
First, before the bios why not make a list of all the characters first then we can go from there. – Amorella.
I cannot imagine how many there are.
You can now better imagine how it would be being greeters. Lots of characters in the world, boy. It would numb your minds in short order.
I had not thought that before.
Post, and good night, old man. – Amorella.
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