You are up early, after six. You were thinking about how you and Carol were going to watch “Murder on the Orient Express” on PBS and how Kim and Paul automatically picked up their iPhones and began working the screens. No interest in Agatha or Poirot or the thirties’ setting. And, you wonder where that was coming from: heart, soul, or mind.
I thought that a ten point scale on each might work, with ten being utterly mysterious depth. Cathedral, schoolhouse, and castle. What would hold each? What would be the origin of the thought or emotion, passion or indifference? Not on a psychological scale, but on a humanity scale. This is something Takis might consider as the ‘rebellion’ has to come from the right (self-honest, moral, powerless – here I stand. I can do no other – and self-determined, most existential) place.
After a subtle view of the horizon you moved from the deck back indoors. Carol was waiting and you both went for a walk on the beach – you got four buildings south (the green one), passed it and turned around. Carol walked back with you and then went on a real walk. A short nap like existence; breakfast of home made blueberry pancakes and honey, a facial clean up and here you are.
A three to four on the walk, five in the joints. Took the daily morning pills when we returned. The walk was rather more pleasant, particularly if the hip and knee joints are discounted. Owen has his sippy cup and is on the deck watching the blue-green Gulf and the mostly white seabirds with his dad. Another start to a beautiful on-the-beach day. Excitement! A nearby (100 yards out) pod of dolphin swimming south as the high haze drifts in from the southeast.
The empty of people beach is beginning to fill, mostly retired folks enjoying their latter days. The Styx has its own beaches of course, and people congregate there for pleasant times even without a sun. Having a son adds complications, boy, as you can readily see. Lots of attention must be paid for daughters too, parental responsibilities and all.
That brings up a question on heartansoulanmind. Where is that responsibility centered, originally? Biologically, it would appear to be instinctive, even though people don’t like that word in reference to themselves – lower animals are instinctive, but not humans.
The gift of sarcasm, boy?
I suppose. Anger runs deep on the subject of mistreated or ill-treated children. Doesn’t do our better natures or civilization much good I would imagine.
You are sounding like some of the Dead. Post. – Amorella.
Before noon. You are sitting at Winn-Dixie waiting on Carol after you both stopped at McD’s for a large diet Coke and a free-with-coupon strawberry-lemonade icy mix. Kim, Paul and Owen were left on the beach.
Parental responsibility. It seems to me that if you could fashion a family-oriented system (way of life) like the marsupial-humanoids in the story ‘responsibility’ would be the key word, not power. Some people don’t like the words ‘duty’ and ‘obligation’ though because they distract from a sense personal freedom which is seen as a God-given right connected with Free Will. Some of the Dead might feel this way also. If I remember right, in the American revolution one-third supported an independent colony; one-third supported Mother England; and another third were mostly indifferent. I would imagine this could happen in the Rebellion of First One-hundred Thousand.
Remember how it is, boy. From a growing child’s perspective, parenting becomes as a totalitarian police state. Lord of the Flies and Jack. Poor Piggy was wiped out by power, fear and terror. Ralph and Simon couldn’t do much against the use of fear and terror before warded off by a strong military-like policy, by the choir, no less. Then the other books you also taught: Animal Farm, 1984 and Brave New World. Athens and Sparta as counterparts in the olden days. You don’t want that. It wouldn’t be fitting. – Amorella.
The world is in an early adolescence, that’s how I see it, the species is as a twelve year old.
We are to focus on the Dead in here, old man, let the Living take care of their selves. – Amorella.
Ho, ho. What a sense of humor. The juxtapositioning on 'Let the Dead bury the Dead'. Some might find this offensive.
In here, as this is a fiction, let's assume for once that Jesus has a sense of humor.
In here, as this is a fiction, let's assume for once that Jesus has a sense of humor.
Back at the condo just in time as Paul and Kim were at the door with the only key.
That is an untold story. Luckily we had one key out of five or six that worked the condo door. And, I have to get some new ones made today as the last tenants took the spare set.
Lots of locks out there, boy, and not so many keys. Same with the heartansoulanmind. Keys are hard to come by. I understand your question on parenting, but other aspects are more pressing at the moment. Takis is concerned with his leadership and that of his granddaughter’s in the coming rebellion. Next to them the focus is on Salamon, Kassandra, Thales, Mario and Sophia.
But as a shaman Takis’s focus is not on power. How can you have leadership without a dominance of power structured to it?
Let’s post for now as it is family social time. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon. Home from a late lunch of crab cakes, sautéed veggies and the largest onion rings you have ever seen at Dockside Dave’s, north on Gulf Blvd. about a quarter mile. Carol also had two keys made and both work but not well – you assume it is the door lock that is the problem as much as anything. At least you have backups.
Nighttime. You need the rules of the road, orndorff. A cellular-like level of structure that works efficiently and unconsciously to support the growth and maturation of the body human. This is the direction Takis provides because he wants the simplest natural order before the outer consciousness needed to survive in a dog eat dog world. – Amorella.
I have my doubts Takis can develop this and pull it off – and even if he does, the rebellion is put down by the Supervisor in book five. I can’t imagine anything coming of it. Readers, even those with hope, will know failure is at hand. Humanity is built to battle its heart, its soul, and its mind. Disease and cancer are a given. It won’t work, Amorella, not even for a few passages of paper. No suspensions of disbelief here, no Coleridge. Whiskets in the wind. Cells don’t always get along. Bio-chemical processes do not a social order make. I’m posting and going to bed. - rho
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