Sunday afternoon. Breakfast at First Watch, everyone napped when Owen napped. Owen is walking well but much vocabulary is with the index finger. Although a new word is the first of what you call a ‘moral’ word. Uh, oh. Sometimes it is with making a mistake but you like to think it is more than that, an early sense of right or wrong.
I’m not around often enough and his use is mostly more general, but maybe it is a possible root of a later moral sense. Mostly my imagination I assume. (What else is new.)
You are having sandwiches or leftovers from Brennan’s Colony last night. Happy Buddha Chinese later for supper. Shortly you will be off to Beachwood Mall and you can work while waiting in the car. . . . You are at the Food Court in the mall instead as Owen is shopping with the others.
I have not spent a lot of time explaining solitary confinement, for one it is not always solitary. It may be a couple or a three or foursome. Usually not more than that. All rules are bendable however, no matter what they are, even physics, boy, that’s the reason for a fiction. Very useful in this particular case. Remember your couple in Southeast Asia? There’s a Grandma’s Story for you. Let’s post a selection of it. - Amorella.
A selection? When I found it I saw it was a very short Grandma’s Story. Here it is:
Grandma’s Story – Five [Braided Dreams]
I have a little story that happened several thousand years ago. It was on an island off Southeast Asia. A woman and a man were arguing which of the gods they wanted to place on their porch. The woman’s goddess was kind and generous to a fault, and she thought that it would be appropriate to show the guest, whoever sheorhe was, that the guest is always welcome to their home.
The man replied (the woman always spoke first) that he thought his goddess was best because she was the defender of the home and this would show the guest that although sheorhe was welcome, home security was more important than hospitality. They fought about this situation off and on during the next year. Both homeowners agreed that better no god or goddess than the wrong one.
Now one might think the gods and goddesses would be offended because none stood by the door, but that was not the case. Eventually the couple broke into a really physical battle. She stabbed him with a knife and he struck her with an ax. Both died. Both are still fighting in a place after physical death that I call heavenanhellbothorneither. I don’t think the spiritual remnants of either realizes that even today each is physically dead. This is because the battle continues to be what it is, a metaphysical question. The highly conscious human mind of the once Living continues in a metaphysical state which, depending on your mind set, heavenanhellbothorneither. I see a humor here, but those in battle don’t see it that way. Too bad.
Grandma grinned sharply and added, “Those who consider the mind to be the same weight as the brain it stems from might consider how many human minds can be put on the head of a pen.”
A story state is a quantum state in these two wee quatrains
On how the ethereal mind is separated from the brains.
You measure once, you measure twice, and much to your surprise
How fast and long the logic runs from the brain to theorize.
My goddess here, your god sits there, on a porch long laid bare
The body to the brain is stuck while the mind runs long on unaware
Yet, all the while, from this old Grandma’s toothy gums
Something new, yet familiar, this mind’s way quickly comes.
***
You are surprised. You had forgot the story except for the front porch setting and the welcoming goddess or god. When people argue metaphysics to the point that what occurs is that stubborn belief wins out over the usually greater hope and faith. Somewhere in the mix the believer becomes the belief. Human will is very powerful, almost magical in this sense. No miracles here though boy, not in your sense of things. The near magic of human will is as natural as the Place(s) of the Dead in the books.
I think I am becoming lost in translation, Amorella. My ‘standards’ on metaphysics are set and rather ridged with what I have read and learned in life as anyone can see within the confines of the books even though they are fiction. I do not know miracles do not exist, but I can accept there are no miracles in the books. That is easy enough. I do not know the length, width, and/or depth of the human will, my own or anyone else’s. In some ways I can visualize a connection to the heartansoulanmind, the stretch appears unlimited in my humanity, yet I am sure that beyond this spiritual horizon metaphysics rest. Which is the “First Cause”, the metaphysical or the spiritual? I am having problems with definition; that is part of my confusion in the preceding paragraph.
Metaphysics: 1a: a division of philosophy that is concerned with the fundamental nature of reality and being and that includes ontology, cosmology, and often epistemology; b: abstract philosophical studies: a study of what is outside objective experience. (M-W)
Spirituality: (3): sensitivity or attachment to religious values; (4) the quality or state of being spiritual. (M-W)
From the above I conclude that the metaphysics exists before the spiritual. I’m sure there are other definitions and some will be better than others. However, in the sense that the books have a fictional Betweener involved within, metaphysics definitely wins out in context. I am wondering if the characters, the Dead, are going to move to an argument much like Diplomat did in her proof that the tiny alien about the size of a hydrogen atom and the Betweener, the Soki, were one and the same. I guess you could make a parallel argument for a Betweener, but then, that was done so no need.
What about the Supervisor in relationship to Zeus and Hades?
I was just looking at the photos of Daniel Craig and Catherine Zeta-Jones. It is easier to see you in such a light. But at the same time, the photos used have far-away look in their eyes.
Put the faces in, orndorff. The look is human true, and the sense of individual ‘will’ can be seen in the professional actors’ faces. I like the personification. The point here is that Betweeners, such as myself, have an individual sense of will also. One can take the earlier blog finger analogy only so far. For instance, any one of those five fingers, the individual digits, can be the pointer in its own right, don’t you see? Your inner smile is appropriate here, boy, and don’t you forget it. – Amorella.
I have tried to place the pictures but they do not, so, for now no photos of Zeta-Jones or Craig.
Post, anyway. – Amorella.
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