Sunday morning. Breakfast eaten and the paper read. A rather dreary morning with several chores and at least one errand, up to Grandma’s Garden for bluebells.
The forecast is mostly sunny with a high of 51. A song from the musical Annie pops up, “The sun will come out to-morrow. . ..“ A melody that might attract the Greek Dead until it happens. Such humor: to raise a sun you must likewise lose height. The rule doesn’t seem fair even for a book.
No one said anything about fairness, orndorff. Reality is what it is. Since when was fairness a part of nature’s equation?
Is the human demand for universal fairness one of our major problems? A good friend mentioned a line of dread to me the other night. A congenial person arrives at the front door and says, “I am from the government and I am here to help.” I had the same sarcastic reaction, “Yeah, right.” Government’s helping hand is at best clumsy best intentions. It is as depressing a statement as this morning’s sunless sky.
Take a break. Post. – Amorella.
Late afternoon. The sun just broke through the clouds a few minutes ago. Now, it is at least partly sunny. And, you are thinking, how would it be for the Dead to have mostly brightly blue skies with a few light clouds from time to time. No rain. No sun.
I wonder if this is one of the main reasons the Dead want to return home, just to witness the sun once again; a private selfish interest that has nothing to do with speaking to the Living about how it is being Dead. Takis realizes his soul has moved to his granddaughter. He is left with mindanheart. He does not have the same inner friction where the heart and mind can rub against the soul, so to speak. It seems to me that within the story there is also another story about the soul and its necessity. It is obvious the soul does not need to exist within the mindanheart for Takis still has his humanity. Doesn’t he?
He does have his humanity.
Within the context of the story and where it is going, what is the necessity of the soul for? And, how can the gathering of individual souls into a Gathering produce the ‘reality’ of sunlight, to make shadows and the like?
First, shades of people would not exist because they would appear to themselves as two-dimensional just as three-dimensional living people appear three-dimensional to each other, the physical body is built to recognize the dimension. A ‘shade of one’s self ’ cannot have a shadow. The rawness of the soul (in the books) is one-dimensional and thus invisible and unrecognizable directly.
What is coming to mind is Dante and the various levels in The Human Comedy, and the allusion of levels of angels in Milton’s Paradise Lost. So, in here, are there levels of the one-dimensional? Or, are individual human souls made of the same metaphysical stuff Betweeners are made of?
You ask two questions. “Level” does not exist as a concept in the one-dimensional. And, souls are not “made of metaphysical stuff”. As for Betweeners and human souls – no connection.
Well, then if it is not possible to put it in the vocabulary or analogy or some other way, I assume you will leave it out. I don’t mind, as I don’t understand how this is all working itself in and out of the books anyway. But since I thought of the questions a reader might also and “how is this possible” will come up, and I am reminded of Mother (my own) and as I child I would come up with a question every now and then and she would responding with some frustration by saying, “It just is, so you will have to deal with it.” (Or, something to that equivalent.)
I feel better being presented some sort of foundation. Everything appears to lead to the “one-dimensional”. It seems that if there is no other dimension on the low end, I’ve hit the basement, the foundation walls that the metaphysics in the books uses. Someone might ask the question, “Where did you come up with this?” What am I to say, “I just made it up.” That doesn’t ring true when all my notes lean towards me gathering historical and scientific information to show at least a plausibility. If this is the edge of the ‘foundation’ then I am standing on the top of a wall looking down into the abyss saying to myself, “How am I here? What is this wall setting on?” Even imagination, even the unconscious has to have some basis of ‘reason’ behind it otherwise – why would things exist without their having a reason for being? A necessity for being? Nature is efficient. Everything in a particular part of reality exists for a reason. That’s my take anyway.
I am not here for your pleasure, orndorff. You get that, boy?” – Amorella.
I do. Do you wish me to erase the above? If so, how far back, please.
Do I wish you to delete your audacity and arrogance? No, I don’t. Post. – Amorella.
You just finished taking out the garbage and trash after watching the news and having excellent local Papa John pizza for supper. A large half veggie and half works, each of you had two pieces tonight and two for sometime tomorrow. Always prepared well for the both of you. As you came in from the trash detail your iPad earthquake sound alert came on. Yesterday you decided to download the full version of “Earthquake, Version 2” app since you two are heading for a California holiday in April.
I would hope the “big one” will not happen while we are out there, just like most everyone else visiting, but if it happens at night we ought to have about thirty seconds to a minute to take cover. I have the app set for a magnitude five plus presently anywhere in the world, but I can narrow it way down and for any magnitude or higher if I wish. . . . I have been searching the worst affected regions of Japan on Google Earth. All those homes and buildings and roads and most of all all the people. I cannot imagine such a terrible natural calamity.
The mind first on you, boy, then the heart. For some it is the other way around. “All is but toys,” from MacBeth comes to mind in an entirely different context after watching the news clips on BBC, CNN and other stations.
I remember that the Lisbon, Spain quake in the 18th century was the partial reason for Voltaire writing Candide, at least that is how I remember the reading. Three hundred thousand supposedly died in that quake. I have to check my facts here. . . .
“The 1755 Lisbon earthquake, also known as the Great Lisbon Earthquake, was a megathrust earthquake that took place on Saturday 1 November 1755, at around 9:40 in the morning. The earthquake was followed by fires and a tsunami, which caused near-total destruction of Lisbon in the Kingdom of Portugal and adjoining areas. Geologists today estimate the Lisbon earthquake approached magnitude 9 on the moment magnitude scale with an epicenter in the Atlantic Ocean about 200 km (120 mi) west-southwest of Cape St. Vincent. Estimates place the death toll in Lisbon alone between 10,000 and 100,000 people, making it one of the deadliest earthquakes in history.
The earthquake accentuated political tensions in the Kingdom of Portugal and profoundly disrupted the country's eighteenth-century colonial ambitions. The event was widely discussed and dwelt upon by European Enlightenment philosophers, and inspired major developments in theodicy and in the philosophy of the sublime. As the first earthquake studied scientifically for its effects over a large area, it led to the birth of modern seismology and earthquake engineering.” (From: Wikipedia)
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And, "A number of deadly historical events inspired Voltaire to write Candide most notably the Seven Years’ War and the 1755 Lisbon earthquake: both are frequently referred to in the book and are cited by scholars as reasons for its composition. The 1755 Lisbon earthquake, tsunami, and resulting fires of All Saint’s Day, had a strong influence on theologians of the day and on Voltaire, who was himself disillusioned by them." (From Wikipedia)
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Some of my “facts” are incorrect as seen above, but the gist of my thinking was within the mark. Makes me wonder about the material Amorella gathers up from my conscious and unconscious mind. I am sure there are lots of errors. Pretty humbling when I think about it. No wonder “fiction” is about the only thing I can write.
Enough for tonight, orndorff. As you were writing two more ‘alerts’ sounded on “Earthquake” signifying two more quakes – a 5.9 and a 5.8. Post, old man. – Amorella.
It is interesting and sad to me that the quake in Japan is similar in size to the one in Lisbon.
It is interesting and sad to me that the quake in Japan is similar in size to the one in Lisbon.
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