18 March 2012

Notes - no regrets /


         Waiting for everyone to come to the car – we are to return to yesterday’s park, Shaker Pond. Paul was called in for an operation at ten but he should be home later. Your youngest sister and brother-in-law, Gretchen and Jerry D., were coming over to see the baby later, but may change until next weekend. Last night you relaxed and read more of Steve Jobs’ biography – you are up to the first iPad but it is depressing because his cancer and complications are getting worse (though he has a new liver transplant). – Amorella

         The book is sadder as he is coming into his own his health gets worse. He did live long enough to accept the glory though. Good for him. He followed his inclinations and intuition – a mix of liberal arts and technology – he was a man ripe for the age.

         This morning you woke up very early thinking about the window of the soul being composed of angels’ tears – at least as being a good simple way to explain it to Arthur. Then, the more I thought it seemed to me a single angel tear would to for the window the heartanmind must observe from when enclosed within – one tear for the window composition of all human and marsupial-humanoid souls to observe from and reflect upon.

         In such a romantic/mythical (explanation) scenario I don’t know what the rest of the soul would be composed of.

         An angel’s wings, perhaps? – Amorella

         I note the sarcasm. I suppose the concept is a cop out. I’m not really explaining it to Arthur as much as I am to myself and here I am in this day and age falling back to myth and ancient child-like spiritual expectation. I was rather embarrassed when the idea popped into mind and woke me. It doesn’t fit with my temperament, nature and sense of authenticity so I put it over on Arthur rather than myself. I imagine this is the reason I didn’t want to bring it up myself, and might not have without a prompt. Then again, I might, just because (in the proper frame of mind) I wouldn’t really give a damn one way or the other. If the concept would work I might as well use it.

         Written with your truer colors showing, boy. – Amorella

         You are over at Target as Carol is picking up a prescription for sinus that Paul sent in, and Brennan decided he needed fed before the late Sunday morning trip to Shaker Pond Park. Post when you return to K&P’s for WiFi. - Amorella

         Change of plans. You are waiting in the Legacy Mall near Stride Rite shoe store while Owen gets new summer shoes as there is a sale today.

         I was set to go to the park. I find this very disconcerting. If I did not have my Mac Air with me I would privately be going stark crazy. I hate just sitting and not doing something in my head. At least I had my exercises earlier. I cannot think to work on the book. I was reading about Guenevere from Wikipedia as I assume Arthur is going to say something about her before the end of this scene.

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From: Wikipedia

Guinevere's and Lancelot's alleged betrayal of Arthur was often considered as having led to the downfall of the kingdom.
The Welsh form Gwenhwyfar, which seems to be cognate with the Irish name Findabair, can be translated as The White Enchantress, or alternately The White Fay/Ghost, from Proto-Celtic *Uindo- "white, fair, holy" + *seibarV (V=vowel) "magic" (cf. Old Irish síabar "magic").
In some versions Guinevere hides in the Tower of London and then takes refuge in a convent.

From: Wikipedia – Guinevere

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         Another interruption. Brennan began crying and would not stop. You called Kim who came and he stopped almost immediately. She put him in some sort of black halter and carried him off to the shoe store.

         Always something, Amorella. I held the kid’s hand but that didn’t do any good. He wasn’t hungry. How can you, at that age, miss your mother when you aren’t hungry?

         It doesn’t make sense that the downfall of Camelot is based on the betrayal of Arthur. Why didn’t Merlyn do something about it beforehand? He should have known, particularly if Guinevere’s name means The White Enchantress. Why isn’t Arthur blaming Merlyn for not seeing what was going on between Lancelot and Guinevere? Shouldn’t some of this be addressed in M and A’s dialogue? I realize that Guinevere would not be revered in the seventh century as she would have been in the twelfth (Cult of the Virgin Mary after effects), but what did the people of Camelot think when Arthur was going to burn her at the stake? It all goes back to the European men blaming all the problems of the world on either Eve or Pandora. I suppose I ought to re-read what I have read of the Arthur stories but I don’t have the inclination to do so.

         The convent fits right in. So what happens in Avalon when you are a distraught queen who betrays her husband for her husband’s best friend? What happens to Lancelot? I feel these points need to be addressed one way or another. This just complicates the scene. I wanted to be done with it in as few words as possible – there has to be an immediate closure for the time being if we are returning to Elysium. These books have about a million words more than are needed. Too many words mostly without enough thought behind them.

         Carol just stopped by to ask what kind of frozen yogurt you wanted and told you to put money in the parking meter, something that you evidently could not think of to do for yourself. – Amorella

         Much later, after twenty-one hundred hours, and you are laying in bed, legs crossed, with a pillow between your thighs and the top back of your MacAir with the screen light very much towards dim as Carol is going to sleep. You just completed the biography of Steve Jobs and feel it is a wonderful book about a man with a love affair with architecture, humanity and technology, but a far cry from the way you have a love affair with words.

         I admire Steve Jobs ability to work heartansoulanmind together and that his primary purpose was not about making money. I like to think that one of his earliest dreams, when the iMac came out in 1984-85 was the MacAir. He built the magical flute that allows my fingers to play words and thoughts with ease. “Play” is the operative word here. If I were a little of Jobs and a lot of Hemingway I would have eliminated eighty percent of the words in these Merlyn books and said the same thing with the remaining twenty percent. I was planning on doing more today but I was caught up in the family moments instead. No regrets.

         Post. - Amorella 
   

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