Mid-morning, and you have nothing to say. A
blue sky sets above your bedroom window, the wind roars through the empty tree
branches, the sun is up and it is relative warm for this time of year.
I had to check. It is 49 degrees. You
are right; it is fairly warm. Yesterday's act of writing took a lot of energy
out of me, that is, I feel spent, like I gave all I had; yet it didn't feel
that way at the time. It appears to be an unusual occurrence so it is worth
mentioning, as this is still 'experimental' writing. I am feeling the need (at
the moment) to be more objective and detached, neoclassic rather than romantic.
I'm not sure what's up with 'The Brothers'. I suppose the best thing to do is
see what happened in their segment in Braided Dreams. (0946)
Let's put these feelings to good use in two
ways: one, the exhaustion was caused by Merlyn's heartansoulanmind traveling from
Avalon to Elysium. Energy remember, is run by passion in the Beyond. No doubt
you will want this better defined; and two, it will be Richard's mood when he has
a confrontation with his wife and her sister. Robert is checking in on new
technique to be used, one you have a video of, supplied by son-in-law, Paul. Robert will have a few words about it at the conclusion of the segment. - Amorella
That would certainly be up to date.
I'm sure I've saved it. The heart operation is limited surgery. Two doctors use
robotics to go in and repair major damage without the formality of breaking the
rib cage. The foreign surgeon responsible is from Johns Hopkins and transferred
to the Cleveland Clinic last fall. How do you remember these things, Amorella?
I would have never come up with a segment concept like what you are suggesting
here. You boggle my mind. (1012)
1100 hours.
Energy - Passion - Metaphysics: E=MC2 comes to mind. Passion is
defined as enthusiasm, is this correct?
How do you define enthusiasm? - Amorella
Uh, the Oxford-American software this
way: (1108)
Extended version, please. - Amorella
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enthusiasm [noun]
1
intense and eager enjoyment,
interest, or approval: her energy and enthusiasm for life
| few expressed enthusiasm about the current leaders.
•
a thing that arouses such feelings: the three enthusiasms of his life were
politics, religion, and books.
2
archaic, derogatory religious fervor supposedly resulting directly from
divine inspiration, typically involving speaking in tongues and wild,
uncoordinated movements of the body.
ORIGIN early 17th cent. (sense 2): from French enthousiasme, or via late Latin from Greek enthousiasmos, from enthous
‘possessed by a god, inspired’
(based on theos
‘god’).
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[Automatically
connected to Wikipedia via Oxford-American software]
Enthusiasm originally meant inspiration or possession by a divine
afflatus or by the presence of a god. Johnson's Dictionary, the first
comprehensive dictionary of the English language, defines enthusiasm as
"a vain belief of private revelation; a vain confidence of divine favour
or communication." In current English vernacular the word simply means
intense enjoyment, interest or approval.
Originally,
an enthusiast was a person possessed by a god. Applied by the Greeks to
manifestations of divine possession, by Apollo (as in the case of the Pythia),
or by Dionysus (as in the case of the Bacchantes and Maenads), the term
enthusiasm was also used in a transferred or figurative sense. Socrates taught
that the inspiration of poets is a form of enthusiasm.
Its uses
were confined to a belief in religious inspiration, or to intense religious
fervour or emotion. Thus, a Syrian sect of the 4th century was known as the
Enthusiasts. They believed that "by perpetual prayer, ascetic practices
and contemplation, man could become inspired by the Holy Spirit, in spite of
the ruling evil spirit, which the fall had given to him". From their
belief in the efficacy of prayer, they were also known as Euchites.
Several
Protestant sects of the 16th and 17th centuries were called enthusiastic.
During the years that immediately followed the Glorious Revolution,
"enthusiasm" was a British pejorative term for advocacy of any
political or religious cause in public. Such "enthusiasm" was seen in
the time around 1700 as the cause of the previous century's English Civil War and
its attendant atrocities, and thus it was an absolute social sin to remind
others of the war by engaging in enthusiasm. The Royal Society bylaws
stipulated that any person discussing religion or politics at a Society meeting
was to be summarily ejected for being an "enthusiast."[ During
the 18th century, popular Methodists such as John Wesley or George Whitefield were
accused of blind enthusiasm (i.e. fanaticism), a charge against which they
defended themselves by distinguishing fanaticism from "religion of the
heart."
Modern
usage
In
contemporary usage, enthusiasm has lost its meaning that someone is over
excited and irritable.
The
Enthusiast also refers to the "Type Seven" personality type (not to
be confused with the "Type Three"/"Type A" personality) (Daniels
& Price 2000). Some who fall into this modern definition of
"enthusiasts" are adventurous, constantly busy with many activities
with all the energy and enthusiasm of the Puer Aeternus (Peter Pan Complex). At
their best they grab life for its different joys and wonders and truly live in
the moment but, at their worst, they dash trepidatiously from one new endeavor
to another, too scared of disappointment to actually enjoy themselves.
Enthusiasts fear being incapable to provide for themselves or to experience
life fully.
The term
is sometimes used to describe the demeanor of fans of various activities or
organizations, ranging from hunting aficionados to wine lovers.
From Oxford-American added Wikipedia notation
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This
is more than I needed to know. (1113)
No, it is not. Go work on your errand. I'll
be here. - Amorella
Carol
has more chores for you. Post. Later, dude. - Amorella
Later. You are stopped at Kroger's on Mason-Montgomery Road; Carol wants a couple things; then up about five hundred yards to the Pet Smart for litter and a laser light toy, and on home. First, you were on Kids R Us for a birthday present (an electronic toy music keyboard) for Brennan (Korean styled "First Year" celebration at The Paik's in Dublin on Saturday). You had lunch at Potbelly's in Kenwood (next door to Kids).
1325 hours. Glad you remembered the litter, Amorella.
It was in your head at the time, boy; you just weren't conscious of it. - Amorella
1421 hours. We stopped at home and spent about 30 minutes taking sticks and small branches from the trees in the back to the street for pickup tomorrow or later in the week. One was six inches by four feet and Carol doesn't think they'll take it. I do, so we'll see. Maybe I should place a bet, maybe not, it is bad enough to lose, but to have to pay her for losing also is almost unconscionable.
Cat got your fingers (so to speak) on "unconscionable"? - Amorella
You know, Amorella, the words just pop out of the fingertips, some of them I have to check just to make sure they are real words, sometimes I use them even if they aren't. I had a 'u' where the 'n' is and loaded it as an acceptable spelling which Word allowed, then realized the spelling was incorrect and rechecked it on Oxford-American and found the correct spelling. So, the cat had my fingers rather than my tongue. Same difference. I speak more with my fingers than I do my tongue anyway. When we have company I usually get hoarse because I don't say much otherwise. I pretty much bore people so it is better for me to listen when conversation is going on, unless it is with close friends, but close friends are polite and don't let me hog the conversation. Everybody seems more content that way, me included. (1435)
You are presently at Pine Hill Lakes Park facing the southeast woods so Carol has the shade of the pine tree. Carol is on page 396 of Brad Thor's Foreign Influence. You two are compatible that way. Neither one of you likes a lot of noise in the house -- library quiet (as it meant in the 1950's) is agreeable for you both. - Amorella
Go ahead and begin with the opening paragraph in The Brothers Twelve in Braided Dreams. We can put a twist on it. - Amorella
You have just completed three hundred and sixteen words of The Brothers. Enough for now. Drop it in and we'll post when you arrive home. - Amorella
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Brothers 12
Richard sat in the winter sky blue wingback living room chair, looking on the west wall at a thin black-framed historic photo of the Stoner Inn on South State. I continually forget, he thought, how much this small village was a part of the Underground Railway. In the 1850’s, George Stoner used to smuggle slaves in the back of his stagecoach to the Inn where they stayed in the basement until they could move north to Canada. Bishop William Hanby was a conductor on the old Underground. Here I sit in comfort a few blocks away from the present location of Hanby House.
Mother used to volunteer to take children around the place after she retired. Richard’s frown turned to a scowl and he thought; we are all slaves of different sorts today. No more Ohio River to cross, no more underground railway out. Where would we go to be free other than in our heads? Grandma used to say that we kids should study hard and learn what is important in the world, that way no one can ever take it from you. Grandma was born just above the Delaware County line in 1888, the year of the Great Blizzard.
Richard's mind was forming on the family genealogy, both the Greystone's and wife Cyndi's, the Bleacher's. Shoot, he thought, all eight of our grandparents, both sides, were born and raised in Delaware County. Riverton used to end at the county line, now the city stretches up several miles, almost to Freeman Road in Genoa Township. He glanced at his watch and asked, "When is Robert getting home?" No response. This left him with a disagreeable opinion, I thought they were in the kitchen. They are always in the kitchen. He got up from the semi-comfortable wingback chair. His parental tone sat unchecked as he said, "Cyndi! Connie!" followed with a grumbling mutter, "Where the hell are you two?" 318 words
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1528 hours. I'm surprise how quick that was. I just consciously disappear and my fingers work the keys so I can read the pixel print. Amazing. Where do I go when I am writing?
Easy answer, boy, you become the story. - Amorella
1630 hours. We stopped at Graeter's for single child's dip in a cup for each. It has been awhile. We haven't met any ice cream that beats Graeter's anywhere. It is so fitting that there is a Graeter's beneath our first apartment together in Westerville, no more than a stone's throw from Schneider's Bakery across State Street, no less.
Drop this in the blog, orndorff. We are not advertizing any products on this site. (Don't apologize.)- Amorella
1746 hours.
I completed my exercises today, 32 minutes worth. Carol has been talking to
sister Linda in Florida the entire time. She did here exercises on the
treadmill earlier. I could not let her do hers without me doing mine. It would
have been too much guilt. I didn't get rid of that Graeter's but I feel better
anyway.
Doug sent you an article about bacteria that
engulfs gold. That got you thinking about Aristotle and transubstantiation. -
Amorella
I
was thinking 'transubstantiation' in reference to Aristotle's philosopher's
stone turning base elements into gold or silver through alchemy but when I
checked online to make sure of the word I got the Catholic version of 'substantiation'
in reference to turning wine into the blood of Christ. This is typical of one
my screw-ups with word meanings.
The point I was making concerned your
thoughts to Doug on the Deliverer, Rejoinder, and Betweener. You said you
wondered about evolution in terms of metaphysics in the Merlyn books. You
wondered to Doug if there was any counterpart to bacteria in the metaphysical
world, what you were thinking of was 'small mischief' that could be caused by
such a metaphysical bacteria entering the physical universes from Beyond. Is
this correct? - Amorella
1807 hours. Yes, pretty much. I didn't
want to bring it up because it didn't seem appropriate. Even though this is
fiction, Amorella, I don't want to overstep any bounds. Which I just did
because the last sentence now underlined. It is full of arrogance (as if I, a
mere human being, could overstep any bound related to the Beyond or
Supernatural). I know better. I learned this lesson from you some time ago. I
was afraid to go there.
You were afraid because you have been burnt
when you did. - Amorella
Physiologically (olfactory/muscles), I
have smelled flesh burning (more than once) I suppose by some sort of
self-hypnosis wish fulfillment, a punishment for my arrogance or anger. I don't
remember which. I assumed it was my flesh though I was untouched or unscarred.
The other pain was when I attempted to write (in trance) without your favor and
I had sharp pains from my forearm to above the elbow. Real enough to be
frightening. No place for me to run, Amorella, when you are in my head. I
learned some lessons from it even if it was all in my imagination. That's back when
I secretly assumed you were a real Angel, and I suppose I acted as I felt I
should act when punished by an Angel. I don't know. I don't like confessing
this sort of thing, but obviously the concepts have not gone away. I did learn
some lessons helpful for me in dealing with you. This is what is important.
Without you these books cannot be written. I am a writer and I have to work
with what I have.
Carol is calling. Later, old man. Relax. -
Amorella
We watched the news, had left over
Arizona turkey soup; then we watched last week's "Castle" and a
"NCIS" maybe from a couple weeks ago.
You do realize the novels are all fiction,
do you not? - Amorella
2113 hours. Of course, but then so am
I, at least mostly. No. I take that back. I am some fiction, just as most
everyone else. It must be human to have some fiction built in. I assume it is
needed for survival. I can live with it. I don't want to overstep any bounds of
privacy, that is, your privacy Amorella. I allow all my characters to have some
free will and they are allowed privacy mainly because it would be impolite to
not allow privacy even in a fictional character. If it is as you say, that I
become the story, then it has to work around my personal framework.
This is an honest enough response. -
Amorella
That's okay, I like to know who I am
from time to time.
On
your questions concerning metaphysics in the Merlyn books: Consciousness works
its way 'up' (if you will) in whatever environment self-awareness finds itself
in. This is similar in the books' physics and metaphysics. An analogy relating
to an aptitude for self-awareness can be found in geology, mineralogy, and
eventually gemology. The 'rungs' on such a ladder in reference to a Deliverer,
Rejoinder and Betweener would be as the differences in a consciousness of
self-awareness found in this list from listverse.com of the top ten rarest gems
for the sake of the analogy. The gem list is based on the cost per carat. Let's
exchange dollar value for passion value to gain some semblance of what I am
talking about. - Amorella
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1. Jadeite USD
$3,000,000/Carat
2. Red
Diamond USD
$2.300,000/Carat
3. Serendibite USD
$1.900,000/Carat
4. Blue
Garnet USD
$1,500,000/Carat
5. Painite USD
$55,000/Carat Deliverer
6. Grandidierite USD
$50,000/Carat Rejoinder
7. Musgravite USD
$35,000/Carat Betweener
8. Red
Beryl Emerald USD
$10,000/Carat
9. Black
Opal USD
$2355/Carat
10. Jeremejevite USD
$2000/Carat
From: list verse.com
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Notice,
the value is in carat only. We are talking about no other natural 'gem' characteristics
that would add to the value of the gems above. The environment that induced the
'gems' be produced is also an unknown here. - Amorella
2207
hours. This is certainly worthy of contemplation. Amazingly, the analogy is
understandable without causing me any unnecessary trepidation.
That's the point, orndorff. Carol has turned
out the lights for bed, time for you to do the same. Post. - Amorella
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