Notes - the uterus will do us / intro of scene 6, chapter 8

           A bit after noon. You are wondering on the placement of the twelve early human cultures and the marsupial-humanoid culture. The location (for Merlyn’s analogy to Arthur) will be the Fundus of the Uterus.

Illustration above of the Cervix/Uterus

The internal orifice of the uterus (or internal orifice of the cervix uteri or internal os) is an interior narrowing of the uterine cavity. It corresponds to a slight constriction known as the isthmus that can be observed on the surface of the uterus about midway between the apex and base. - Wikipedia

Illustration above from Gray’s # 1170

Illustration above from Gray’s # 589

Illustration above of a Female Pelvis
(Number 6 is the Fundus)

         The illustrations are for you – Merlyn isn’t going into the medical field though he knows it well. The illustrations will be enough to convey the heart of the dead of the human and marsupial-humanoid community. As Merlyn communicates this subject to Arthur he will think first and thus give a perspective as a modern reader. He has read Gray’s for instance – actually Merlyn has read what you have read, orndorff.

         Merlyn will note to Arthur that the “Navel” will be as each culture sees itself inwardly and outwardly; however all are within the Fundus of female form of the Abode of the Dead (which also takes in the Abode of the Living), at least in the Merlyn’s Mind books. – Amorella

         This concept reminds me of one of the concluding scenes in Clarke’s 2001 Space Odyssey.

         As well it should, boy. Where do you think I dug up this smudge of enlightenment? – Amorella

         I remember the star child at the film’s conclusion – the surrounding space of our Solar System was as a womb for a rebirth of humanity as it continued to evolve beyond Earth’s gravity. Bob Pringle and I (and our wives) saw the film together within a week or so of its opening. We talked about this among other esoteric and philosophical backdrops. Awesome, Amorella. Very cool.

         See, it was in your head all along, boy. I just dug it up from a past shared delightful memory of an old friend. Post. - Amorella

         I have done some tweaking on Arthur’s introductory thoughts for scene six.

Scene 6, Chapter 8 (first draft)

         Arthur conjured up his first memory of a young naked woman of fourteen who was not a mother or aunt or in any way related. Innocence, he thought, my own and hers. She was bathing in the deeper water of south pond alone. I had never seen her before – slender, long dark hair lightly formed breasts and a puff of hair below her belly modestly shadowing her newly prized womanhood. I drew myself closer still unseen – I was as a young hunter, myself stalking a carefree half-child rather than the fun of fair game. Her body moved with an awkward grace that was mystifying to me. I watched her through the rest of her private swim and bathing. She climbed out of the pond on a shallow of flat rocks and with collected wits – straight to the grass where she lay that warm afternoon away until after a bread baking of sun when she picked up, drew on her grey chemise and casually walked  around the border of the pond to the path through a small woods. She never knew I watched. I saw her later that summer in the village and she returned my quick smile with a longer one as if she had known me before; but we had never met as far as I knew. Eleanor was her name, Eleanor of the Railing. Were I not so good a young man I would have lusted after her for several of the next years. She was too casual, too innocent for me to remember her in any other way. What a beautifully natural young woman of the forest. I kept her dressed as freely naked in her movements for years – and even now – but out of self-respect I surrounded her with the clothing of a young Melusine, a feminine sprite, a fae in freshwater, who had not yet grown her wings. Such is my picture of this queen who is my good Merlyn’s Heaven and who was a prerequisite to my once Queen Guenevere. Ah, such is the turnabout, the once reality image of a wee fae because the sky and all beyond in Merlyn’s wise eyes.

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         The above flashed to mind as you were eating Alta’s turkey soup for supper and you dashed it off before the national news. Enough for tonight. Post. – Amorella

         It is a fun draft that brought back some youthful memories that many a boy once had in mind. What was once real and what was imagined? It is such a fine line in early adolescence and today in a fiction, it is, for myself, whatever I wish it to be.