Dawn. Cathy sent you a note about Uncle
Ernie; he is back to radiation treatments and everyone is hoping for the best.
- Amorella
0637 hours. It is sad news. I will
stop in this weekend when we are up for the moving. The planet is always is a
shuffling. Being born, living, and dying is a continue shuffle of
heartsansoulsanminds, flowing river-like through an unseen-by-human-eyes-world,
unseen but observable. From time to time from my perspective I see the
world/universe from a more detached placement For me, the further I am from the
experience the more sense of understanding I have while at the same time the
fewer words I have for explanation. Sometimes hyphenation helps. (0849)
You were interrupted by immediate chores and
taking the cat to the vet. Ebbie is also being declawed and will not be home
until Friday morning. Upon returning home, more chores in cleaning the house,
laundry, etc. preparing for the weekend as well as Kim and the boys returning
with you next Monday. - Amorella
Early
afternoon. You are sitting in the park down by the Little Miami having just
eaten another Subway picnic. Carol is on page 169 of the Gibbs/Duffy book.
Jadah has been a worrier with Ebbie in a room by herself and gives you a look
of "Why-are-you-leaving-the-kitten-in-the-room-alone. It-is-just-sad.
I-thought-you-were-better-than-that." - Amorella
I couldn't have said it better
myself. That is exactly the look
and she doesn't need the grammar or the words.
This should remind you of the 'basics' of
communication. People are concerned about all the modern technology in the
world and the ability to spy on other people and the supposed lack of privacy,
but long ago this is how it was with words. One after another until it became
entangled with complications and meanings beyond the basics. You made a
lifetime of salary exploiting this as do lawyers, songwriters and all the rest.
Do you see how this fits with 'The Dead' segments? Let's say we simplify this
Dead 18 for what it was, and how one of the Dead, Merlyn, has learned to
remember it understanding communication as he does some thirteen hundred years
later.
1421 hours. I have never thought this
before. You are right, at least in context with the books, a little snippet of
love remembered way after the earthly facts. I would have never thought of such
an aspect.
No one can say you are writing for an
audience of thousands. Since you don't really give a damn about the size of the
audience or the money to be made, there is no formula writing here, boy. -
Amorella
I might have been proud of that
singular fact but for the other far more important fact, you are doing the
writing.
You accept and allow for it and want nothing
in return really, other than the hope it might provide for a very few that
things could be better if we thought outside the typically observed living human
box. - Amorella
Heartansoulanmind this existential
truth exists. On my life I would not deny as directly as it is written above.
(1430)- rho
The
beauty of these 'notes' is that I don't need to explain myself.
No,
your heartansoulanmind thoughts are all in context. This allows you, as you can
see, to be free on a variety of different levels. All for now, orndorff, post
when convenient. - Amorella
I
am developing a sense of 'understand' on a simpler level rather than what some
would call 'higher' (metaphysical).
More specifically, the understanding (for
you) is simpler and you feel (perhaps) more easily read by the Dead than the
Living. Grammatically this is easy to show by adding more than a fair number of
hyphens within each sentence in this novel. - Amorella
Unknown
to you time has slipped while you still consciously sit in the living room
chair. We have one hundred and seventy-six words, the introduction of Dead 19.
Post. - Amorella
I am unsure of the transcription. It
is the difference between two one stemmed leaves on a living tree; nothing of
note but existing in body and mind nonetheless. (1708)
(I am inclined to think Mr. Emerson would like this. This is my hope.)
***
The Dead 19, intro draft
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 -- soulanheart.
176 words
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