18 May 2012

Notes - "That's my humor,boy."


          2218 hours. Another busy day and we are mostly packed for a  visit to Cleveland. I have not had time to consciously consider the concept of love originating from the soul. As an existentialist I think of the soul as a ‘neutral island home’ for the heart and mind.

         Why? The Earth is home for Homo sapiens; it is hardly neutral. Humans have learned how to adapt and live within the natural rules of the planet. It appears reasonable to me that an earth-like analogy would fit a human heartanmind. As there are repeats in nature it would seem there are parallels and similar repeats in the metaphysics of the soul. Heartansoul would adapt and survive. This thinking is consistent with the book, is it not? – Amorella

         Also, considering the first three books as well as the fourth, the thinking is quite consistent. Strange how that is. I don’t understand how you work, Amorella. I don’t understand how you can keep all this together – the books, the blog – there a consistency, a set of rules, if you will, but they are based on ‘humanity’ not reason alone. If you are not human, that is, if you are imagination, how can you do this? What is the process? You consider, or appear to consider both logic as well as ‘being human’ in relationship to the books and blog.

         What would you expect? I am here to communicate with you, orndorff. Think of your humanoid-marsupials in the books. Sometimes I pick your mind strings and observe the resonance in your heart and soul.

         Such a funny thought, as I have no natural gift of music because of tone deafness. I had a four-string guitar in my college days but could never keep it in tune – I never knew if it was in tune or not. I don’t know what happened to that guitar, but Carol never missed it. I don’t mind that you do the picking, Amorella, but you could be doing a lot better with a more adept human instrument.

         That’s my humor, boy. When one wants to whittle a form sheorhe does not pick the greenest of wood. Post. - Amorella

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