Notes - time for a break

        Mid-morning.

         I thought you were going to begin, Amorella. I woke up this morning thinking I need a break. I have done next to nothing – thoughts roll and roll out only to roll in again a couple days later. No discipline. It is time for me to stop and write only when it pertains directly to scenes in the book. I am uncomfortable with reincarnation and the soul, probably because I cannot bring myself to make that “willing-suspension-of-disbelief” that Coleridge was able to provide in “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. Metaphysics is not the real world. At least writing chapters has a sense of real worldliness because it is for a real three-dimensional book. I don’t really like to talk as I have little to say. And, it is to the point that I don’t feel I have much to think either. Sometimes I just have to shut up and figuratively go sit in a dark closet with light creeping in from somewhere under the door and gather myself.  – rho

       The world is what it is boy. None of this is going to go away. Figuratively, this is heartanmind sliding into the soul for contemplation and resolution. You think I'm about to say, "I'll be back," in an 'Arnold-like' tone, but I am not going anywhere boy, and neither are you. - Amorella