Mid-morning. You were up early as the cat was crying for attention. Soaker bath with jets and bubbles as you stopped your arthritis meds yesterday. Not to be taken all the time – so you, like millions of others, live with it as it works on joints and both ends of your spine.
This is silly, Amorella. It is not nearly so bad as all that. Some days are worse than others but I’m fine. I wish you wouldn’t mention such things.
Reality is what it is orndorff. It will not be ignored, and frankly neither will I. – Amorella
It is not polite to talk about one’s ailments, and, compared with many, many others, they are not so bad. I am not ignoring your comments I am reacting to them.
Are you not embarrassed by the fact that Merlyn has spent time working his way up to life in the twenty-first century and you are not working on this next chapter?
No. Even in a fiction he can wait. Time should not be something he is concerned about in any circumstance. It is not the end of the world, Amorella. I am slowly working on book four. I have no obligation to even finish it. At least that is what you said. It will come out of my head in due time. This is a rather pissy argument over next to nothing. My books and my blog legally. I’ll do as I will. I won’t have a bunch of fictional characters complaining about my lack of speed.
Do you see another perspective here?
Yes. A human one with imagination attached.
This is what is going on as far as the Pantheon is concerned.
The Dead want Zeus or the Supervisor to act?
So it appears.
The Dead should have learned patience by now. I know I set this up for the characters to have their own free will – I want the stories realistic and identifiable by humans, but let them work it out in the story themselves. I don’t care.
I don’t care – your operative words?
Frankly, I don’t give a damn, Amorella. As far as the characters are concerned, once the story is written, I am the editor. I am not going to conjure up a side play on the order of Fellini’s 81/2. A quote from the film found online, the Writer is speaking:
“Writer: You see, what stands out at a first reading is the lack of a central issue or a philosophical stance. That makes the film a chain of gratuitous episodes which may even be amusing in their ambivalent realism. You wonder, what is the director really trying to do? Make us think? Scare us? That ploy betrays a basic lack of poetic inspiration.”
This situation reminds me of Fellini’s film. No question about it. The Dead can wait. Merlyn can wait too.
What if I make you wait, old man? – Amorella.
Then I’ll wait. I can’t write it out until I get the script and I have to be ready to receive it. And, I can tell by my immaturity here that I am not ready. – rho
Post. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon, and you just finished the first draft of scene two, chapter seven.
Scene 2
Sophia lay awake though distracted in bed with her left arm straight out and pulling her right arm back as if she were about to loose an arrow. With a steadied blink she commandeered herself and brought her arms down, scratching her nose with the left hand then laying it down at her side.
Why would I do that? she thought. I am home. I don’t remember coming back from Salamon’s. Why the warrior stance? Such a deep sleep even in death. I was in a different world, a different chapter of my life.
As Sophia lay delinquent in an exhausting memory she heard a short rap on the door. She glances into the roofless daylight and thinks, I wonder if I am here?
Another rap.
She floated from the bed to stand upright.
What was that? She said, “Who is it?”
“Kassandra.”
“Come in.”
“It is not like you to be up so late,” said Kassandra. “I had a strange dream while in full stone.”
“Come in and sit. Would you like something to drink?”
She smiled warmly, “A few sips of my favorite wine.”
“My glass, your wine.” In a moment Sophia sat on the bed across from Kassandra. Each had a glass. “What was this dream that keeps you pale?”
“A rebellion on Olympus.”
Concern on her friend’s face told Sophia not to slight. “Who rebelled?” She thought, it is Zeus and Hades. This Supervisor is none other than one or the other.
“I don’t know, but there was turmoil. War is afoot.”
“Among the gods?”
“My fear is that it is with us they will do battle.”
“Why? What have we done?”
“I do not know. Some terrible thing. We are out of balance.”
“It may be that they are out of balance. What we desire is within reason. We want to go home.”
“But we are home, Sophia. The Living look forward to coming to Elysium, to coming home.”
The gods need us, flashed into Sophia’s mind. We have something they do not have, something they want. “We can use this,” whispered Sophia. “We can use this to our advantage.”
“What do you mean?”
She glanced up to see of the sky had ears, then focused on Kassandra and said, “If you are right we can make demands. They will bargain with us and we will use their leverage to bring the Dead together more rapidly than we could otherwise.”
“I do not know if this makes me even more fearful.”
“Why. Perhaps it was just a bad dream. How was your night?”
Kassandra giggled. “I was with Thales early on, then I went to sleep.”
Sophia smiled knowingly, “Thales refreshed you.”
“We talked too.” Then after a pause, Kassandra returned to her dream saying, “I wonder on the gods. I think Hera is in on this rebellion, she is our protector.”
With a return to seriousness Sophia noted, “We need to see Mother on this dream of yours. We need to see her today.”
***
I do not have a clue. Here is the scene and I wrote it down without much meaning or sense. I just wrote it. Perhaps I was not ‘tuned in’. I don’t want to include this without your okay.
It will do for now, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
You and Carol watched some television and you read the new February Harper’s. Within the last article “Findings” (page 84) one of your favorites along with the “Index” and the opening essay, you found two interestingly worded tidbits:
“Scientists claimed to have found the first life that uses arsenic rather than phosphorous in its DNA and observed echoes of the universe before the Big Bang. Particle physicists were optimistic about the possibility of creating something out of nothing, because nothing is actually something.”
I checked a website, Physics Buzz, and found this:
“. . . From the Dirac sea model of a vacuum as an ocean of negatively charged particles to the Casimir effect that dictates there will be a force between two or more objects because their presence alters the vacuum energy; such examples shatter the depressing misconception of an aether of nothingness.
Now, another possible example of the vacuum's importance has been added. In an upcoming issue of the journal Physical Review Letters . . . a group of physicists from Brazil show that the nature of a vacuum around a relativistic star -a rotating neutron star that requires general relativity to explain its behavior- could determine its fate.
A vacuum field gravitates due to its quantum properties and relativity implies that as such it can affect, and be affected by, the properties of spacetime. This is also the basis of Hawking Radiation, which dictates that a black hole should thermally radiate particles and lose mass. While the Brazilian authors say the Hawking effect is "virtually unobservable" in astrophysics, other so called semiclassical gravitation effects caused by the vacuum - such as the effects they describe on neutron stars - might be. . . .”
From: physicsbuzz.physicscentral.com/2010/09/why-nothing-is-really-something.html
So, it may be that ‘nothing’ (no thing) does not exist. That’s enough to chew a pencil on. Cool beans.
Time for bed, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
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