Just after noon. You are upset because you do not have a handwriting font you like, and as these notes were first put down on pencil and paper in the mid-eighties you would like to carry on the tradition. It has taken you some time to personalize this MacBook. You are quite pleased with the machine so far.
I found a way for the computer to accept Lucinda but it does not allow me to use it. Very irritating. I have used this font for twenty years at least and the download costs twenty-five dollars. A stop at the Apple store ought to do it. The machine does fit quite comfortably in a common office 8 X 12 manila envelope, which is a great simple deception when traveling.
You also trimmed down your keys skin so you don’t wear off the letters on the keys so fast. And, other than the font you are getting used to it. On another subject you were wondering how I might be tricked so that I would show you one way or another if I were really from Elsewhere. It was a fleeting thought but nothing gets passed me, orndorff. – Amorella.
I did think on it for a moment, but how can one do a double blind experiment, or any experiment for that matter? Anyway, it was fleeting because why would I risk your disappearance from my head, psychologically or not. In book three the young marsupial, Diplomat, shows the tiny alien’s defense is similar to the logic of a self-referential sentence: “When you are not looking at it, this sentence is in German.” When you are about I experience your thoughts in my movements, when I am not observing your ‘acts of writing’ you are as non-existing. The only proof of your existence, as far as I am concerned, is the writing, the books and this blog. And, that is how Diplomat feels about the tiny alien less than the size of a hydrogen atom. It is almost as if you were as the twin photons in entanglement. Only rather than photons you are ‘a consciousness’, my own or otherwise. It is all rather humorous from a scientific-like analysis.
You are forgetting something in your thoughts, old man. I am in your head. You know this because to you, the books and blog are circumstantial evidence of my existence. – Post. Amorella.
After twenty-two hundred hours. Amorella, in response to your comment – the books and blog are circumstantial evidence of my own existence. Legal proof of my existence can be easily found through orderly systems created by my species and by personal witnesses (also of my species) can verify my existence. In the books you play several characters. What would be interesting as an exercise – showing you to also have others in your own ‘species’ if you will. Or, in the stories, are you defined only by yourself? In the stories, as the Supervisor, you are defined only by your necessary position at the moment – never being more than need be, never being less than need be in the moment. Never in a position of power only a position of “being” and thus, observed in one way or another in the physical universe. Imagination or spirit – the Dead don’t know which. And, in the books, I think neither do the Living. The deception is not caused by yourself, but rather by the human species. When a Being exists without Power SheanHe has a sense of Self without physics. Thought without physics, without light. An empty appearing whole. An Awareness, unaware. Humans naturally are inclined to make Something of Nothing. What else can they do? How can the Dead or the Living exist, be, in such an environment? What does the human heart, the soul, and the mind make beyond a metaphysical Trinity of such a Reality, of such an Awareness, unaware? Some character in the story has to be thinking such things, who is this?
In do time, old fellow. Necessity says, “In do time.” Post. – Amorella.
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