Late morning. You had a lot of chores and
errands this morning and a couple more to do shortly, the post office and the
bank.
1129 hours. I did get my car license
plate renewed as well as two Handicap placards. Some people are too proud to
admit their physical condition, but not me. I am not proud to have arthritis to
such an extent, and if I can walk less in and out of an establishment I'll do
it. I used to have one but two (one for each car) is less of a hassle. Ellie
just popped up sitting on the shelf to my left. She misses Paul but this
weekend that will be rectified because we will be taking her up to her new
home. I'm sure she'll be happier.
"She'll be more content at home,"
is better phraseology orndorff. - Amorella
Mid-afternoon.
You are in the living room in fanned and well-conditioned air while Carol is in
the kitchen working on the January 2014 budget. Let's go to Dead 19. - Amorella
You have added two hundred and sixty nine
more words to Dead 19 and are stopped without a thought of how to describe
Merlyn's face, his soul (outside himself) then his physical body and inner
heartanmind. Merlyn's soul lies naked encompassing and shielding Merlyn from Vivian's
druidic powers of seduction and bewitchment.
1735 hours. I do not know how to
describe this scene. It is as though Merlyn becomes the opposite of a zombie.
He is not walking dead; he is coated with his own immortality and whatever else
his soul is in this particularly unique situation. This is metaphysics though
not the more common druidic magic. I do not know the words here, but I feel
this piece below may be useful:
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Today, Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. The
University of Houston's College of Engineering presents this series about the
machines that make our civilization run, and the people whose ingenuity created
them.
Western chemistry grew up around
alchemical ideas of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. They're called the Aristotelian
elements, but they originated with a much earlier thinker -- the Sicilian
aristocrat, Empedocles of Acragas.
Not many of Empedocles'
writings have survived, and a large mythology now hovers over his person. We
have fragments of two book-length poems One was an exploration of nature
itself. The other dealt with personal salvation.
He [Empedocles] probably
wrote plays, and treatises on medicine, as well. Aristotle credited Empedocles
with inventing rhetoric, and with the idea that light moves at a finite speed.
But Empedocles is best known for claiming that all matter is formed when the
opposing forces of Love and Hate act upon the four elements -- Earth, Air,
Fire, and Water.
. . . When Aristotle got
his hands on Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, the world shifted. Now the external
forces that acted upon the essences would no longer be Love and Hate. Now their
physical counterparts transmuted matter -- heat and cold, or dampness and
dryness. The evolution of chemistry was beginning.
From: "Engines of Our Ingenuity", Episode 1891, by
John H. Lienhard -- [http://www.uh.edu/engines/epi1891.htm]
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Later tonight, orndorff, we will complete
this selection. For now, post. - Amorella
You had half a large Papa John pizza for supper
as you both watch a new episode of "Inspector Lewis" on last night's
PBS "Mystery". Alas, this is the sixth and last season of one of your
favorite PBS shows. NBC News followed. You are ready to finish up Dead 19. -
Amorella
2105 hours. I am. But, how do I know
when one's soul is 'visible', that is, when a person is speaking or acting from
herorhis soul not mind or heart?
One knows these things only when sheorhe is
a close friend and chooses to let you know. People sometimes say the eyes are
the windows to the soul, but in here there are other clues. Following (in line)
with what has already been said about souls; they are defensive only, they are
protectors for heartanmind over mindanheart. The problem with Vivian's current
status is that she is in a trajectory of mindansoulanheart. This shows from her approach to the
physical to seduce Merlyn. So first, let's show this at work in Dead 19. -
Amorella
2154 hours. I have completed Dead 19.
And, at present, rather enjoy its conclusion.
Add and post, boy. - Amorella
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The Dead 19, ©2013 rho, drafted
Open
minded and ready, thinks Merlyn in present day. More than twelve hundred earth
years have passed since this endlessly unexpected union, this
event-of-a-lifetime, occurred.
Oily
muscular memories stay slipperier-and-faster-and-slippery still. A little wiser
smiled great Merlyn's ghost, whose hard-bodied memories -- hers-an-mine or
mine-an-hers? An unexpected union that was neither here nor there stays a
hurricane force in a funnel narrow; past, future and present tensed; a
wonderment bordering on all that is nature there and here -- a reality that has
birthed a multitude of universe both singular and plural. Muscle-like in
contraction and expansion -- slippery we all flow, greasing the wheels of
unseen cars and chariots of undetermined spirits, the forces of nature that
stir the universal cooking pots that grow a life unlike their own, a life that
gives birth and dies and rises again as the simplest of the four elements we
glean as water. Water that is seen simpler still, invisible to the periodic
table of even the elements. Such things the mind grasps from whirlwind of
heartansoul to soulanheart and back again.
I
am the grass, thinks Vivian, to be laid out upon and loved like Mother Earth
herself. A clover sprouts to wait upon the honeybee while I await the
anticipation of the flesh-driven plow. Why is this so in his eyes? I am fleshy, furrowed and ready. Old Merlyn drives me
down; through what magic is this that he is not made ready for young and hot
thoughts too many years undiscovered? For what is, that I am not earthy and
worthy enough?
Why
the excitement, thought Merlyn. She is focusing on my wants but I wonder on
this young druidess' needs. With a body full of hands she reaches for intimacy.
She'll not embrace to discover my physical self this way. I know the
sensitivity of these many small muscular controls manhood appears to thrive on.
To be stiff is not to be anointed and controlled. Only deep suggestive powers
can add to the subliminal artifacts within. She will not have me naked today
were she to run her wet lips over the bone of my contention. A contention nuzzled
between heart and soul rather than between a natural runner's two thighs to
heel and toe bones.
I
will not abandon my duty to self; to resist the natural powers beckoning when
it is I a small kernel of nature with will of my own to be a conduit not a
bridge to be walked upon and over by kings and queens. Jackals are as eager as
this young druidess is, to open and close the windows of my natural order --
she works on brain, bone; muscle and nerves; feeding flesh to flesh to heat the
mind which I have turned about -- I am soul first, then heart, then mind. I
cannot be penetrated any more than she will be. She stirs in the wrong pot.
Strongly souled yet nakedly walled Merlyn challenged
his heart to bind and cement the wholeness of his inner nature of the
metaphysical frame. Merlyn lay intertwined with woman on the grass. Earth, Air,
fire and water is beyond the world of counting moments.
Vivian suddenly realized her hands were pinning
Merlyn's arms to the ground and while the muscles were tense a distraction
occurred and he appeared as stone, as if he were about to go to sleep with her
fixing herself atop him with both their robes clothing the next further
intimacy. She found herself smiling as if this calculated lovemaking was fun
and games; which she realized in the moment, that it wasn't. She released her hands' pressure, but
he lay as if he were the grass beneath him.
Merlyn's
soul grabbed from his heart's classical memory the following line, "I,
Anaximenes of Miletus, say, 'Just as our soul, being air, holds us together, so
do breath and air encompass the whole world.'"
Off
guard and quickly depressing, Vivian froze her eyes into his sight. Her mind
said, "There is no window to Merlyn's soul in either ball or pupil. This
great Druid has no soul. Thus, an added bolt from her heart, "If Merlyn
has no soul, he has no heart."
Awake
to her condition she rose from him saying, "You are a despicable old man,
a fart of air. I should never have adored you even once."
Merlyn
continued to lie relaxed as the green blades, "Be gone then, my beautiful
Druidess Vivian, and leave me hard in my rest."
748 words
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