Notes - original Grandma 5 ready for an addition

       You and Carol had a busy day with Brennan and left Cleveland at five and were safely home by nine.

        2216 hours. It is good to be home and relaxing. Kim is staying home with Brennan tomorrow and Friday. Carol has a breakfast with retired friends in the morning. I will begin working on Grandma - 5.  Here is the original.

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Grandma’s Story – Five (Original)

I have a little story that happened several thousand years ago. It was on an island off Southeast Asia. A woman and a man were arguing which of the gods they wanted to place on their porch. The woman’s goddess was kind and generous to a fault, and she thought that it would be appropriate to show the guest, whoever sheorhe was, that the guest is always welcome to their home.

The man replied (the woman always spoke first) that he thought his goddess was best because she was the defender of the home and this would show the guest that although sheorhe was welcome, home security was more important than hospitality. They fought about this situation off and on during the next year. Both homeowners agreed that better no god or goddess than the wrong one.

Now one might think the gods and goddesses would be offended because none stood by the door, but that was not the case. Eventually the couple broke into a really physical battle. She stabbed him with a knife and he struck her with an ax. Both died. Both are still fighting in a place after physical death that I call heavenanhellbothorneither. I don’t think the spiritual remnants of either realizes that even today each is physically dead.   This is because the battle continues to be what it is, a metaphysical question. The highly conscious human mind of the once Living continues in a metaphysical state which, depending on your mind set, heavenanhellbothorneither. I see a humor here, but those in battle don’t see it that way. Too bad.

 

Grandma grinned sharply and added, “Those who consider the mind to be the same weight as the brain it stems from might consider how many human minds can be put on the head of a pen.”

A story state is a quantum state in these two wee quatrains

On how the ethereal mind is separated from the brains.

You measure once, you measure twice, and much to your surprise

How fast and long the logic runs from the brain to theorize.

My goddess here, your god sits there, on a porch long laid bare

The body to the brain is stuck while the mind runs long on unaware

Yet, all the while, from this old Grandma’s toothy gums

Something new, yet familiar, this mind’s way quickly comes.

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        This looks like it needs a little cleaning up which I can do in the morning, then move on to Pouch - 5.

        I have a few words to add to Grandma's original plate; then an additional tweak or two to make it a full course meal. Tomorrow is soon enough. Post. - Amorella