Busy day so far. Errands this morning. Passport renewals in the mail among other matters. Snow blower used a couple of hours ago and will have to be used again tonight as the snow is still accumulating. You find yourself mesmerized with a You-Tube embedded song a former student, Jay N., sent you yesterday. The Bollywood styled song is titled: “Chaiyya Chaiyya”. You immediately put it on your Facebook page with the caption: “Wonderfully romantic, wonderfully human. Enjoy. :-) – rho”
I love the melody and the lyrics. An enchantment of energy and romance. I can visualize a shaman (female and/or male) among the background of dancers. They (she and/or he) are one with the train in the mountains. Though I have not been to India the setting reminds me of our train trip from Puno to Cuzco in Peru. And, with that, Machu Picchu and a picnic with Carol at the ancient cemetery atop the rediscovered city. And, with that image, the Dead dance between the dancers on the train and the mysterious shaman in the back of the group smiles knowingly – understanding a truth unseen.
You have the ‘transcendental’ where is the existential element?
For a brief moment my heartansoulanmind are on the train. I do not know as what or where.
How about within the ‘movement of the people dancing’?
That will more than do as to place. And, Terpsichore [the Greek muse of dancing and choral song] immediately comes to mind, then my muse’s brown eyes and smile to complete the circle.
Post. – Amorella.
The focus is but a You-Tube video. Nothing about the books.
Old man, you look in the mirror and see nothing. - Amorella.
Twenty-two hundred hours. And, you have come up with a response to the ‘mirror’ comment.
I look in the mirror and see “mostly fiction” Amorella, so I ignore the view and try to discover ‘reality’ elsewhere.
Your gallows humor leaves you hanging, dude. Relax and rest up. Jared L. your former student and son to your next door neighbor came by tonight and cleaned your driveway as you cleaned his mother’s this afternoon. You were pleasantly surprised because it is supposed to be quite cold and windy in the morning. Sometimes reality has some kindness in it boy. Don’t you forget that. – Amorella.
You are right, Amorella. I have an inner battle with our species.
Your species, boy. Not mine. – Amorella.
I am mostly fiction.
You are not the only one, boy. Let me tell you.
That sounds like something my character, Grandma [Earth], would say so I underlined it.
Smile, orndorff, and go to bed wondering whether it was her or me. I’ll leave you hanging on that horizontal line. Post. – Amorella.
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