Mid-morning. Breakfast and the paper. The sun has been out but it is supposed to rain. You are hoping for a cooler day Tuesday or Wednesday to mow the yard.
Complaining is something we human beings readily do. It’s easy enough all we have to do is open our mouths and speak or write and dash off an email. You name it and someone someplace has complained about it, no matter what it is. So, here I am complaining about complaining. We are a strange breed, no question about it. Why don’t the Dead complain more. I mean, they have the beef about not being able to come home to Earth, they have no sun and earth, air, fire and water – the common elements are displaced and not actually common. Consciously they are ‘alive’ they know they exist as long as the other Dead (some of them anyway) admit to their existence. Things could be better, but they could be worse. Pretty much like living here (in this universe) in that sense. I’m out words and direction to put them in if I had them.
Hold that thought, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
Early afternoon. You spent time editing your ‘comic and editorial comic’ page online and Carol has an email from Craig that shows the fire destruction near Sierra Vista where he has been volunteering with the Red Cross. The video is a tribute to those who helped in the Monument Fire: http//youtu.be/fxN4CZY6_o
I remember those mountains as a backdrop to Fort Huachuca. As their tourist website says:
Welcome to Fort Huachuca, home of the U.S. Army Intelligence Center and the U.S. Army Network Enterprise Technology Command (NETCOM)/9th Army Signal Command. Located in Cochise County, in southeast Arizona, about 15 miles north of the border with Mexico, Fort Huachuca was annexed in 1971 by the city of Sierra Vista and was declared a national landmark in 1976.
Fort Huachuca is also the headquarters of Army Military Affiliate Radio System (MARS) and the Joint Interoperability Test Command (JITC) and the Electronic Proving Ground (EPG).
Libby Army Airfield is located on post and shares the runway with Sierra Vista Municipal Airport; it is on the list of alternate landing locations for the space shuttle, though it has never been used as such.
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For me, the main interest was the Intelligence Museum, which I never knew existed until Craig and Alta took us there. Here’s what Wikipedia says:
US Army Intelligence Museum
As a formal organization, Military Intelligence made a late appearance in the U.S. Army, waiting more than 100 years to debut as a tiny section within the Adjutant General's Office. It would have to wait another three decades for the demands of the 20th century warfare to validate Military Intelligence as an equal partner on the War Department staff. It took the leadership of men like Arthur Wagner, Ralph Van Deman, Parker Hitt and Charles Young to sell a simple idea: "Intelligence is for Commanders." Today that principle is the cornerstone of U.S. Army intelligence doctrine. How that idea has evolved over the last 200 years is the subject of a new museum at Fort Huachuca. It is a story that has waited patiently to be told. Like the intelligence corps in general, this chapter made a late appearance in the volume of American military history. It existed in the minds of a few historians and has been sketched out in a few thin history books, but now for the first time it gains dimension, the dimension of the artifact that connects us to the past.
Wikipedia
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Orndorff, this is sad. One of your old dreams was to be an operative for the CIA or something of that sort. Too much James Bond. God and Country, that sort of thing. You would have never made a good spy even in your younger days. Just a fantasy of your youth, boy, but you get revved up by such museums, any museums actually. No wonder you enjoy writing about the Dead.
I hadn’t thought about this before (I don’t think, at least not in this context.) The fiction of peering into the Lives of the Dead is fun in a secret sort of way. As Merlyn has been up a tree spying on the three shamans, I too have been doing the same thing. Writing out my dreams. Can’t see any harm in it, and it passes my days with some personal satisfaction.
Writing gives you reason and purpose. I agree. No harm done. Helps keep you ready to get up the next day. People need a reason to wake up every day, and the blog and books are one of your reasons. Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.
After the national news and supper consisting of ground round, peas in pods, baked beans, and sweet potato fries. Good stuff! Lunch we had part of a large Papa John’s pizza – half veggie and half works! Our favorite. Always the way we like it, always excellent!
Food is an obsession with you, old man.
Not always, but everything was really good today, and we just finished. It is a better than average day. We relaxed and watched last night’s Masterpiece Theatre – Christie’s best detective was the spotlight. Always masterly and well played by David Suchet – “The Clocks” was about a mole among spies and a part of the setting was in the tunnels beneath Dover Castle and the city of Dover itself pre-World War II. Great setting, great story.
Dusk and I was ready to write more on Ezekiel and Tiresias but I don’t know where to go from Ezekiel saying he doesn’t need a boat because he has no body. Which looking back on it was a very strange thing for him to say as he just arrived not too long ago and the day is not yet over for the Greeks.
No doubt you can sense that earth time and Elysium time are not one in the same. If you want a correlation, for the books, one day in Elysium could be a decade or two on earth, perhaps longer, a century or so, depending on how relative time is. It is not all that relative to the Dead so what difference does it make. You are reminded of how much closet space one needs in herorhis abode. It is relative to how much closet space one has. In here, time is somewhat like that. Most can never have too much closet space because they more one has the more is acquired to fill it up. – Amorella.
I am not sure, but I think one of us is not making sense, Amorella. Closet space is empty space to be filled. Time, for humans, fills us up and once full we are out of time. That doesn’t make sense either. So, where do we go from here? What’s next for Ezekiel and Tiresias in scene ten? And, another question, the script says Ezekiel is “angry-minded”. What about his soul and heart, are they angry also?
An interlude from Merlyn here. The last we met him at the conclusion of the last scene, this is that setting:
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Merlyn observed the three sink into the sand at the bank leaving at last only single shadow being cast from someplace else. Someplace Merlyn was not, some sunken place where rose a pillar, a river of water unheard of even by Zeus himself. [sc.9, ch.7]
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Are you going to describe this scene where the pillar of water the vertical and the horizontal water meet? If so, I cannot imagine such a scene. It defies reason.
Ignore the outer design below. Think of the outer bands of white and centered black, the cross image alone. Study it as a holistic river system. Tomorrow I will show you how this can be described as an entangled state – a thought place, if you will, the center piece of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. This will be, in an architectural sense, as the nine circles of Hades to Dante. – Amorella.
I do not think I can do such a thing. I stare at this design and I see movement within it. The movement, of course, is within myself, within my own head. It is as an optical illusion. The water is as knotted here but in the book it has to be a part of the same system. This has the element of flow as water, but it is not water. Ezekiel is well aware of that. Those who are building the bridge should realize this too. Takis knows better but what about Mother, does she know? Does she want to realize they may not exist that Elysium is a dream? And, what of Merlyn, surely he realizes as much as the older shamans. Otherwise, why was he elected to return to the Living of modern times in the first place? He rides the [chess] board. He understands – however, I alas, have no such understanding.
Irony is one of the best of all foods, boy. Savor it. Tomorrow then. Think and enjoy the thoughts. Let them ride in and out of the doors and windows of the mind. We’ll work on it tomorrow, if and when you are fresh. Lawn mowing in the morning if the grass is dry. Post. – Amorella.
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