Mid-morning. You both decided to see Harry Potter next week. Beautiful day and the windows are opened for a change. No air conditioning desired. The cat is enjoying her newly re-discovered scent-gathering freedoms (window screens intact) of the nearby woodsy outdoors.
More spring-like this morning. Quietly polite outside of a momentary police or emergency siren in the distance a reminder of the line “for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee” by the great seventeenth century English metaphysical poet, John Donne, father of the metaphysical conceit. Anger is an unloaded bullet has a familiar though understated sociopathic bang to it. How do the Dead in the book treat their mentally ill?
Plowed over and reseeded, boy. That’s the best I can say at this time. We have no one for consideration in the books. The world of the Dead is as it is, just as the world of the Living is as it is. Rules is rules, son. Blessings of a sort are giving and scattered like seeds. Time for a break. Post. - Amorella.
Late afternoon. You hurt your back opening a window, rested, had lunch at Chipotle/Panera late.
On the “plowed over and reseeded,” – I was rather shocked by your reply and it left me with a sadness in the gut. I’m glad you had a reply, even though, happily, the contingency is not in the book(s).
“Plowed over and reseeded” is a metaphor for the ‘sense’ of the operation. It would be quite ironic in the books and blog if the characters within were not treated humanely.
I’m sure a lot of people would not care if they were treated humanely or not – most would expect punishment whether they could help themselves or not (forget to take their meds).
How do you administer ‘self-punishment’ (self imposed exile) until ready to meet and greet) for people who cannot reason through it? Some poor souls, from my perspective, don’t have hearts and minds intact enough to reason humanely. The soul is as a spiritual body and can be refurbished (metaphorically speaking). I have to fit my responses in context of books and blog. Thus, in keeping with the sense, think of human beings as three/four dimensional metaphysical conceits. Post. – Amorella.
Time for bed. Tomorrow, up to Westerville for the day. You are dropping off Bob’s 8X10 photo of City Lights and having lunch with Carol’s Uncle John. Mary Lou will also be there.
I am thinking more about “souls” in the book and how they relate to the Rebellion. For instance, those whose heartsanminds are enclosed within their souls – what happens to them as the rebellion commences?
Those souls are as stones in a desert, boy. For an image think one foot or so stones scattered about as one might see in a photo shoot from one of the Mars Landers. They are of no consequence until they decide to be.
So, those enclosed heartsanminds are aware of the ‘outside world of the Dead’?
Reason would have it that way as they are encased within the soul-shell. They would have to listen to their souls, but some don’t even believe they are dead. What they believe is their choice. Hearts and minds have to talk it out and realize their souls are as small sarcophagi.
Cool. Is this the reason when the Dead are in a deep sleep they are as stone?
Yes. This is how it works. In a deep and pleasant sleep the Dead are protected by their souls – their minds and hearts are in a harmonious relationship when the ‘day’ is said and done.
Most awesome. How things work! You have a consistency that fits throughout the books and blog. It is hard to be conscious of this.
Nearly impossible, boy. Gives the diligent reader reason to think and pause on how you accomplished these books. No deception here. The notes show all.
Sometimes I think it is impossible myself.
You, the author, question the authorship of the books too. Very amusing. My kind of humor, boy. Post. – Amorella.
Word play on the ‘muse’.
Deeper thought for you to focus on. Muse One as well as Muse Two, as Muse One prophesized.
Indeed, she did. She said there would be another, and there was. Perhaps it was me self-fulfilling her words unconsciously.
You don’t believe that for a minute. – Amorella.
It makes no difference what I believe.
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