Notes - Not so, orndorff / cornucopia of unmitigated Will / the distance between the Living & the Dead

        Mid-morning. Carol is off to breakfast with her retired teacher friends and you just finished the morning paper. The beginnings, you think, of a so-so day, full cloudy, cold, with an intermittence of rain and gusty wind.

         I am bedroom cornered, in the black easy chair looking out at the dispersal of yellowing green leaves and a backdrop of woods-down-to-Muddy Creek trees with Halloween-like sticky bone bark tops. Alas, the best of Fall is done in this small region of the world.

         This reminds me of what the geography of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither must look like – that is, I have no idea. Virgil had his nine rivers and Dante his nine circles of hopeless hell up into the wonder of a heavenly rose. Milton made it mental, which, of course, this book is a copy to that extent.

         Not so, orndorff. – Post. – Amorella.

         You had a late morning nap; which, from time to time, helps your lower back as much as any medicine has. The cold and damp works the arthritis into a solid four pain at times. The solid soreness of semi-hard smack of a padded baseball bat on the buttocks is what it seems to you at the moment.

         What is ‘not so,’ Amorella, besides that fact that The Rebellion is really nothing like Paradise Lost?

         The books are setting up an analogous setting already. You have the River with cultural regions of Dead along its banks. Merlyn has ‘seen’ the river appear to flow vertically in a infinity figured pattern, Avalon is an island surrounded by the River, and earlier, when alive, Ezekiel ‘saw’ a ‘sense’ of the shaman dancing slightly above the River. The marsupial-humanoids also set along the same banks. Other islands exist where the River is wider than, let’s say, the Pacific and/or Atlantic Oceans. All of this in a cornucopia so tiny at one end that nothing of elementary physics could enter and wider and deeper than human imagination at the other end. A cornucopia, an abundance of collateral damage, caused by an unmitigated Will-without-force alone.

         If that is going to be a part of the description that is fine with me. Very cool. I particularly like the ‘cornucopia’ part and “an unmitigated Will-without-force” and “collateral damage”.  It fits right with what has been written in the series, and even within myself as my accidental ‘meeting’ of angelic-like Amorella in the first place – an existential fit, an esoteric summary, a charm, if you will, that one could dangle herorhis soul by. Good stuff, Amorella! Thank you.

         Now that that is settled, take a break. Post. – Amorella.

Now that that is settled, take a break. Post. – Amorella.

         It is almost 2100 hours and I have two images above that I have been attempting to absorb somehow almost together yet in a physical sense (as Milton put it in another context) three times the distance from the center of the earth to the edge of the universe. A tweaked image of the sky from NASA and a color tweaked image of an empty green-glassed cornucopia. Mentally place a further condensed cornucopia within the darkened upper left corner of the NASA image. I need this image to nest in heartansoulanmind and think on the conditions, the juxtapostioning esoteric geography that would allow the metaphysical collateral damage to coexist with modern physics, and how it is (fictionally) possible for Ezekiel to envision ‘a wheel within a wheel’ from a dance of twelve shamans above the waters of the Styx.

         Now, I like this stuff! Even if it doesn’t go into this scene in chapter eight I need to pull this together – a strong rationalization will not do. I need a plausible connection. This is because the heartansoulanmind (in the story) do exist within the unconscious nature of both humans and marsupial-humanoids. This is a given in the series. The stuff of the soul has to be a key ingredient because the Supervisor and the human soul are somehow of the same source material, a least that is the implication. Is this correct thinking in context, Amorella?

         Sleep on it, orndorff. Perhaps something will come to mind. You want so much to reason this through but Will-without-force must be reckon with too. Collateral damage is accidental, but then so are you and many others born and living and dead for that matter. Keep in mind the focus is a warming not a division. This is not the distance between Heaven and Hell, it is the mystical distance between the Living and the Dead. Post. – Amorella.