Notes - heard it through the grapevine / metaphysics with clothes

       Yesterday one of your old high school classmates died and passed, Charlie Ferguson. You usually tried to sit with Charlie, Fritz Milligan and Bill Miller for suppers at the bi-monthly gathering.

         I have known Charlie and Bill since first grade at Longfellow Elementary. Charlie was a character, always busy with one thing or another. He always considered Bill one of his oldest and dearest close friends. He will be missed. When one of us leaves, a part of our Class of 1960 goes with herorhim. I hope warm thoughts don’t pass away like cool morning mist. I would like to think not. I like to think our humanity is more than a patch of rising fog. The difference though between misty fog and humanity, may be the thinnest of lightly moist lines between Saturday night and Sunday morning. This may be too scary for many to contemplate. Talk about Halloween – such a mask – humanity’s foundation solidified by a thin foggy-bottomed line. Boo.

         You’ll scare the be-jesus out of somebody with talk like that, young man. The point, however, is well taken. A continuous, sound and solid foundation is not to be found in worldly physics. As no such line is to be yet discovered in this universe, it stands to reason, you more deeply and Platonically think, that if SOLID exists at all, SOLID must exist in the basics of metaphysics.  – Amorella

         I flash on my lines of almost a year ago; lines to my dying, dear friend Bob – “shake a leg on more solid ground than this” – words of that demeanor in any case.

         While not very inspirational this is worthy of a posting. – Amorella

         It seems to me that stratified Betweeners are not very inspirational either.

         In here, orndorff, it is the nature of Betweeners to be soul-oriented. Your heart gathers my whisperings, which your mind existentially chooses to compose.  

         At least there is a grapevine.

         That’s why I’m here, my lad. Who do you think Merlyn is anyway? Post. - Amorella

         Merlyn is first the axis, the pivot point within a larger story wheel – Merlyn is the axis about which the story spins.

         I asked who, orndorff, not what. – Amorella

         I don’t know other than he is a fictional character like all the rest. I’m mostly fiction myself – the characters are parts of my imagination and personal experiences.

        

         It is time for bed and you have been playing with Twitter after resetting your account.

         I thought it might be fun to be “theroadster” (my user name) and drive home some concepts from the books and blog. I was thinking about Rod Serling’s “Twilight Zone” but dismissed it because it has been done. I thought about a road trip from mind to heart to soul to the inner beyond. Then I realized I don’t have anything to say so I erased my first tweet. This is just like my short attempt at a blog centered on Diplomat Burroughs.

         Earlier today I had fun with the comic thought of a couple of aliens pulling into sight near Curiosity, getting out of their vehicle, waving and a smile seen through their face visors, returning the few steps to their vehicle, driving off never to be seen again. I would love to see such a scene for real. Maybe for a few minutes the world would just shut up and think, but I doubt that would happen. More noise than ever then we’d have to listen to all the experts and everyone else who wanted to have a say.

         What would you have to say? – Amorella

         I would talk with family and friends to get their input. Inwardly I would be laughing at the thought.

         Orndorff, that is not true. You would be happy you had had the thought then told a few people and they would then wonder how you knew it was going to happen, and it would blow a few minds along the way, then you would laugh about it in private and be thinking – how the hell did that happen? A fluke, because you know you know nothing. That would make it even funnier and the gallows’ humor would rule. I am right on here, boy. – Amorella

         You make me naked, Amorella.

         We need to make this work in the book boy, this nakedness. After all, in here physics is only metaphysics with clothes. Keep that in mind, boy, “metaphysics with clothes”. Post. - Amorella