Monday, after twenty-one hundred hours. Busy day. Lots of chores and errands preparing for Florida.
I spent more than two hours picking up a new digital cable box and installing it. In the process I took out the VCR as we haven’t used it for years. What a mess of wires to clean up but the back of the TV stand is much better. Sitting in the living room listening to classical jazz as Carol is upstairs talking to her sister on the phone. I miss our cat.
You are still in a psychological state after my little talk on Random Chance. – Amorella
I am surprised by that too. I am. It is like I was out-of-body but nowhere else. Not here though, not consciously anyway. Strange though, it didn’t feel that way until I returned, until you stopped writing. If you are going to talk from perspective of Quantum Mechanics characteristic Impossible to Predict an Outcome I’m not sure I can deal with it.
It is possible to predict the probability of an outcome. If it is a ‘prediction’ then it, by definition, the predicted event, let’s say, is known before the event has occurred. It the event is indeed a specific ‘accident’ it cannot be known. Human beings, some of them, believe in fate or destiny. To believe an event will happen is not a prediction. To believe something might increase the odds of the event happening, but human will (self-fulfillment) is a probability not an ‘accident’. I can will myself to be what I need to be; for me this ability is a form of automaticity. Our mutual bridge is grammar. This is just as well, in fact necessary. How else would I say “Hello, and Who are you?” as I once did. You thought I was an Angel at the time or God (as you ‘thought of God’ at that time).
You were a new experience from/in my head. I think differently today. I do not know what you are, to be honest, I don’t know what a spirit is and would not know even if one existed. I used to think of the incident in the hallway, the possible ghost in the hallway as a ‘dead’ human spirit – that’s what people think – a ghost. We have lots of images of ghosts and other such spirits as do other cultures. I like to imagine you as an educated, refined alien, a lady or gentleman sort of alien rather than a spirit.
There’s the rub, boy. I am limited to grammar here and it is just as well
It appears to be a wise move to me. Even if you were an alien I would expect aliens to communicate to earthlings first, it seems more polite than to just knock on the door and say, “Hello, company has arrived.” We might not have cleaned up the house yet, so to speak.
Well, from my perspective, company has arrived and it is you that showed up (accidently I assume).
I can live with a mutual accidental meeting somewhere in heart or soul or mind. At least that is how the grammar plays.
Heartansoulanmind, boy. A strange combination of error based on your undiscovered and undiscoverable humanity.
You mean human beings cannot discover a part of their humanity?
Not consciously, not as I see it. I have my limitations though, remember. Enough. Post. – Amorella
You leave me sitting in a question I cannot think of.
Tomorrow, boy. – Amorella.
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