Washington's birthday. During breakfast Carol, upon reading the
editorial page of the Enquirer mentioned some public schools are classified
"low wealth" schools (or something to that akin). Orwell flashed to
mind and his famous "War is Peace" statement in 1984.
0956 hours. Corruptibility of language becomes corruptibility of
thought.
Yesterday you were reading a piece in EDGE:
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ENCAPSULATED
UNIVERSES
A Conversation
with Lera Boroditsky
Think about it this way. We have
7,000 languages. Each of these languages encompasses a world-view, encompasses
the ideas and predispositions and cognitive tools developed by thousands of
years of people in that culture. Each one of those languages offers a whole
encapsulated universe. So we have 7,000 parallel universes, some of them are
quite similar to one another, and others are a lot more different. The fact
that there's this great diversity is a real testament to the flexibility and
the ingenuity of the human mind.
From: Edge 392 - "Encapsulated
Universes", 21 February 2013
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It makes you wonder how the Dead (in the Merlyn books) can come to a common ground because of
such diversity of language. The
reason the Dead and sometimes the Living can meet on a common ground is because
the true language of the heartansoulanmind has no grammar, just as I, Amorella,
do not have grammar and in order to communicate I must use yours or whose ever
language I am communicating with. These are the rules. - Amorella
I understand this full well. Last night, while talking with an old
friend we both used the word "forever" and we found (within
ourselves) that there was nothing else to say, that is, there were no more
words. And, during that pause in our conversation I felt "at peace".
Settled in a nest.
You have an acknowledgement from the other party on your 'event' of
last night that reads: "That was a true
heartfelt moment. I am glad we both had pause to feel it. . . . " This is
important in context because this 'pause' between you both cannot be construed
as one-sided imagination. - Amorella
It was not imagination. Strange how a few written words and a pause
will probably be remembered for the rest of my life. Once in a while such
things happen to people, which are indeed 'heartfelt' and as such remembered.
(1656)
Let's work on Merlyn's introduction to Dead
13. - Amorella
You
had supper at Panera/Chipotle in part to celebrate more work on your trip to
Texas and Arizona in April. Airline tickets tomorrow and Craig and Alta already
have two night reservations in both Sedona and at the Grand Canyon within a
half-mile of the south rim. Once home from supper you watched two more DVRed
shows; pleasantly interrupted once by a fun camera phone call from Kim, Paul
and Owen. Now you are about ready for bed. - Amorella
2300 hours. I didn't get much done, 118 words intro is all. Here it
is:
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The Dead 13, intro
It
is a pleasure to awaken in this bed that is very much a memory of my adolescent
days in life. A few blankets across a few wooden planks attached to four legs
created from tree trunks. My pillow is a forearm in width and two hands high. Those
of you who know of Thoreau and his cabin at Walden's Pond that's about the size.
The exterior dimensions of Thoreau's cabin were ten by fifteen feet. Mine is
about the same but without the physical reality. Before we go any further the
Living need to know a few of the rules we Dead have; particularly if my memory
serves me well enough to return to Avalon or Elysium.
** **
This
will be followed with the "We Dead" paragraphs, which gives me 381
words.
Post, old man. - Amorella
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