About half past eleven. Up early and you went for a walk. Carol went later. High tide presently. Puffy’s scattered about the blue above, dark blues and light greens flat about in the water. The beach has scattered humanoids sitting or playing about – a few actually in the water.
Not much work ethic at the beach, and not much up here looking out either. No rain forecast for today and it was only thirty percent yesterday; it rained the afternoon and early evening though, at least at Madeira Beach.
Home after lunch at the Daiquiri Deck – always good wraps and sweet potato chips. Carol’s heading to the deck to sun and you are moving to scene
eight.
Scene 8
This is the Supervisor. Nearby, in Elysium, along the River Styx, the old Greek seer, Tiresias, from the days before Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey, will stumble into a vision and a singular occurrence not hitherto anticipated. Before this, however, he will greet our Merlyn, also a seer, though not quite so old. This kicks their intuitions up a notch as happenstance is not always what it seems. Upon their greeting, Merlyn senses The Chessboard beneath his naked feet while Tiresias’ fingers quiver slightly as he holds his ancient-looking walking stick. Merlyn immediately recognizes Tiresias as a helpful source, which raises Tiresias’s incredulous nature.
“The white of your eyes is paper and not of the Dead, Merlyn,” suggested Tiresias matter-of-factly. “I know you Merlyn, and I know you have a task but I see no need to be drawn closer to the Board under your feet than I already am.”
“You are a good one to talk, Tiresias, with skull bone showing from front to back. Drop that toga white dressing and show yourself whole. You are greater here, than I even with conformation.”
Tiresias turned to the right and pointed out at the Styx and said, “I stay along the River’s edge where I am most comfortable. The Living call for me still based on the early days.”
“I came calling for you here, Tiresias. You do not have to come to me. Paper, I am, in part, a long stretch from this place. Our rebellion will take place in the spirit with or without you. Only you can add your heart in the process.”
“Unlike you, I have no heart to hide, Merlyn,” said Tiresias, and he pulled off his toga-like garment leaving only folds of a loincloth wrapped about him. “Who am I to meet that I must show my heart?”
Merlyn watched in awe to see the skeletal bones shimmering within a loosely shaded sack of body. He replied succinctly, “Panagiotakis.”
Tiresias right arm raised his walking stick as if to playfully joust. He laughed, “I need no use of heart to see He-Who-Is-First.” Then he added, “Why does Takis send you when he can meet with me at his leisure?”
Merlyn gestured with downward open arms and palms but said nothing.
Tiresias envisioned Merlyn vertical and four-cornered flat. Merlyn’s marginal eyes rolled from left to right and down in horizontal trails of semi-decipherable symbols. The last word on the page, though foreign, was understandable through heartansoulanmind within Tiresias’s Hebrew pronunciation as he responded, “Ye-che-z-kel” to Merlyn.
Merlyn put himself in order though he appeared as he had been, unchanged. A polite thank-you-for-your-services was mutually understood and accepted. Merlyn became as air. Tiresias turned round, put on his dressings, and continued lumbering along in clay-like feet, and with walking stick in clay-like hand, in the direction of the narrow pathway up and along twenty foot high rocky cliff besides the wide-rivered Styx.
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You have completed a first draft of scene eight.
I am surprised. It is not quite 500 words in length but evidently it is acceptable. I hope the “Hebrew” and “z-kel” are enough to allow the reader to realize who it is.
It will do, boy. Post. - Amorella.
Dusk. You watched the sunset from the condo after arriving from Linda and Bill’s where the four of you ate excellent meals at the four and a half star Rouen Thai restaurant on Gandy Avenue about four miles southeast of their house. Always excellent Thai atmosphere and food within. Linda picked it out originally since she used to live in Thailand and thus knew authentic Thai cuisine from many years ago.
You were recently surprised to see one of the recent posts (3 May “Interpretative Images of Heart & Soul”) has 528 hits for the month. You have no idea why as the focus is on the blog/books, nothing other people should be interested in. When you re-read the post the other day you noticed a couple grammar errors and lack of clarity in a sentence and after some debate overnight you chose not to correct it. Isn’t this rather arrogant of you? Amorella.
Probably. I really did debate it and concluded that if I changed it I would be caving to collect a larger audience I really do not care to have. What I think has happened is that when I experimented with Google and put in “Heart and Soul” the blog came up number ten on the first page. People were not interested in the posting; they were interested in the theme. Anyway, I like to check these things out once in a while as it is all experimental, and I am curious, but not enough to do anything about it. This kind of marketing perspective though has given me insight into my human behavior. For instance, if I were one wishing to propagandize my works I would use the stats to write more posts like it, i.e. choose my headlines wisely to introduce more readers to the blog and ultimately to the books for selling purposes. This would lead to lots of complications on self-interest which ultimately would take too much energy that I don’t really have or want to spare. Not really my cup of tea.
You were going to say, “I do not want,” but somehow that seems arrogant even though it is the truth. – Amorella.
I do not see the necessity nor do I have the desire to become well-known and/or wealthy. If I did the books would not be written as they have and are being written (my reading audience is few and far between and that is fine and quite comfortable with me).
If some critic or publisher told me what and how to write, then I would spend time telling her/him how and when to breathe. This is my life and my books and blog. Through Amorella the books and blog are mine. I am ever thankful and truly enjoy the wonder. – rho
You also truly want to end with a well-known expletive for the ruthlessness in business and marketing, but politeness rules. Post. All for tonight. Tomorrow is your last full day at the beach. Relax and enjoy it, old man. - Amorella.
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