In the upcoming scene Ezekiel makes an error in judgment in terms of the Styx and Jordan. What difference will this error make?
Absolutely none. Metaphysics is not physics gone wild. Physics is metaphysics attempting to be gone wild. The real rebellion, boy, has to do with science whose real law, real core, is metaphysics, at least as far as these books are bound. The heartansoulanmind attempt to right the natural rebellion, physics, the nature of law. – Amorella.
I think I’m Alice and peering down the rabbit hole.
Alice is fine but you are peering up and out of the rabbit hole not down. – Amorella.
It seems we are back to the conclusion of Bob’s “Dedication”.
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Land lubbers we all will one day be
Thankful to finally shake a leg on solid ground,
Thus say I, Richard, while on these rolling waters.
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Essentially. Post. – Amorella.
You got the mail. Carol is talking to Alta on the phone. You are sitting in the living room looking out the front window at the honeysuckle bushes and the many red berries hanging near the leaves. You had a sudden thought:
Perhaps this is how a human might look outside the rabbit hole – a bush of thought with small eyes instead of berries to see how it is on solid ground. A thought growing as a rooted bush for stability. Leaves nourished by the ‘light’ not of this universe.
You wonder, ‘Why do I think such things, and out of the blue?’ And I respond, ‘The day is dry and clear; time to mow the yard and rake the leaves after.’
The thought makes sense to me, all those eyes, each with a different perspective, multi-lenses in an imaginary camera for a close up perspective, to sense the thought to grow more stems and leaves and berries.
Post. Almost time for lunch and an afternoon of lawn work. – Amorella.
You are waiting for Carol at Pine Hill but declined a walk because the sun is too bright and warm and you have to mow the grass after lunch. One bit of exercise is enough on any one day, that’s been your philosophy for at least fifty years.
I notice the Dead walk around and have conversations and sex once in a while but as they need no exercise what do they do?
It is not a coincidence, boy, that they don’t do much more than you do. How’s that? – Amorella.
Stands to reason even without much thought. Funny, actually, and on its face, it was a pretty dumb question.
I see a little guy who is about two, in an orange T-shirt and blue jeans running ahead of his parents to the playground. I don’t ever remember running anywhere as a little kid but perhaps I did. I had those shoes and supports like Forrest Gump. I remember hating high school football practice because after all that work we still had to run a lap, and if we were caught goofing off in practice we had to run two or three more laps. I liked our coach though, Mr. Jim Scarfpin. He was an awesome man, old school coach like Knute Rockney. This was 1956-1958. We were in a scrappy little high school league called the Mid-Six, then the Mid-Eight (mostly small towns around Columbus). He died suddenly and we got a new coach but I cannot recollect his name at the moment. . . . Lunch at Panera/Chipotle and a stop at the Kroger’s on Tylersville. I’m ready to start the mower and be done with it as it is supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow. I suppose I should erase this as it has no relevancy to present day.
If it has no relevancy then why did it come to mind? – Amorella.
I don’t know. Most of my thoughts are of no value as far as the books are concerned; writing the blog is a pleasant way to pass the time without actually accomplishing much.
From my perspective and observation, this is the way it is for most of the world. Earning a living, surviving, but beyond that, not much. You are at least aware of your value as you write for free. – Amorella.
A valid point, Amorella. You’re right, why should I feel bad for doing something for nothing?
Coming up for the local news shortly then the national. You finished the yard with Carol’s help – most of the leaves picked up and you cleaned your driveway as well as the neighbor’s. Plus, Carol cut the grass southeast of the yard and Tim’s northwest side too so you are feeling better about his help last week. Tit for Tat as the old saying goes and this is without coveting the neighbor in the process. – Amorella.
Why do you say these things, Amorella?
To keep your sense of humor honest, boy. You’ve always had a risqué mind; well, since you were ten or so. Your fraternity brothers didn’t call you “Garbage Gums” for nothing.
I don’t like to think about those times of great immaturity. Many in the frat wore those BFD sweatshirts, blue with large white letters “BFD” on the front. I told both Grandmas’ it meant we were honoring the local Blendon (Township) Fire Department but I knew they didn’t believe me. It seemed like the thing to do at the time, most everyone thought it was funny. The best was when Bob Pringle and I wrote up some Christmas cards for the faculty and staff at our small Christian college, Otterbein (Evangelical United Brethren [scripture and hymns used to be in German] then they became the United Methodists during our time as students). We wrote up the Baby Jesus Birthday Card and wrote on the inside, “Who Is Responsible?” Some of the faculty and staff were not too pleased although we heard through the grape vine that some faculty thought it amusing but they didn’t dare own up to it publically at the time. I know I have mentioned this incident before but it was /is funny to think on. Besides, now Bob is dead and it is good life reminder of him and me doing stuff together.
Time for a break, boy, news and supper and probably a catch-up television show or two. Relax. – Amorella.
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