Notes - sun-goldfish and a joke / Doug's note / fiction / humor / Pouch 19 work

         Mid-morning. After breakfast and the paper you were doing some yard chores such as cleaning up grass clippings and small wood pieces from the trees coming down both in the driveway, sidewalk and the street in front of the house. You came in, sat down in the living room chair and as you looked at the orange pillow on the couch it took the shape of a fish, front on, a sun fish, then goldfish struck your head and you have come to the conclusion that looking at the fish from a human's point of view it looks like a large goldfish though bright orange in color. You dismiss this as craziness but that's the way it was. I have no objection to the goldfish icon as long that as you look at it head on it appears thinner like a sunfish. - Amorella

         This is so silly, Amorella. It looks like a pillow and nothing else presently, but for less than a second I saw the sunfish. I have always had trouble with my eyesight -- stigmatism. I used to think trees were dancing a jig as I went squirrel hunting with my Dad. I knew better but until I got glasses I didn't know it was stigmatism.

         But, old man, you have your glasses on. - Amorella

         Yes, I do. Shoot, I'm tone deaf and my eyes need corrective lenses. The rest is imagination pure and simple. It is embarrassing to let others see my imperfections, but in the long run it helps me to understand how and why my imagination has developed as it has -- natural flaws -- along with the brain not being wired quite right -- again a disorder similar to those who have reading disorders. Such a dark humor this weaves, I can't help but laugh about it.

         Why not, boy? It's a good joke you play. Post. - Amorella

         Last night you had sent Doug (PhD in physics) this note and this morning you have his response for which you are relieved.

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On 7/7/2013 9:01 PM, orndorff wrote:

Hi, Doug, 

Would you please look over Amorella's beginning analogy concept for me to see if it merits a plausibility at least as far as this fiction goes. I am not sure I completely understand this soul connection she makes but I like that modern observed science is used as part of the process.

Thank you. 

I am anxious to see how this is going to play out in Pouch 19 and in the conclusion of book one of this series. I cannot imagine how all this is going to come together by the end of chapter 21. Actually, I don't know that it will.  ha ha  :-)

Dick

07 JULY 2013

Notes - this morning's dream / blasphemy?  [this posting added and sent]

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On 7/8/2013 8:02 AM, John Douglas Goss wrote:

Dick, Interesting concept. Give it a go! I have been coming to the realization that space itself appears to have its own properties and seems to act like a fluid with many seemingly magical properties. It expands and contracts, contains dark matter and dark energy, electromagnetic fields, Higgs field, time, light, gravity fields and matter of all types, all interacting.

Doug

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Dick, maybe we are living in a fish bowl after all. I wonder how many fish bowls there are!

Doug

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         1111 hours. I received an okay to add this note directly above to the blog from Doug and Nancy. Best friends add a great confidence to me. I love physics and the sciences as well as literature and history but Doug's background is in physics. I watched him build his first cloud chamber for the science fair when he was sixteen. He spent his professional life in the field until retirement. If Doug says, "give it a go" then this is what I'll do. The heartansoulanmind-oriented analogies are theoretical. The plausibility, in my mind, is focused on a natural orientation of heartansoulanmind rather than a supernatural one. This is because, to me, a transcendental understanding I can live with helps me to better grasp what our species (and similar species) may be in the greater dimensions beyond the physical universe which may not have nearly all the physical laws we place on it. I feel what we call metaphysics is actually as natural as the physical universe. And the intent of this paragraph is these references to heartansoulanmind in blog and books remain in fiction rather in than in metaphysical theory.

         This little aside is a reinforcement brought on by the extra confidence Doug and Nancy have given you. I understand your intent and I, Amorella, find it acceptable. Post.

         1552 hours. I would like to work on Pouch 19 if I have enough information. I should reread Pouch 18 just before we begin. Basically I forgot what I re-read yesterday. We have another errand or two before the post office closes.

        

         You did your exercises earlier but your left shoulder/arm is hurting again; not so many arm exercises with weights. Lunch was a typical Monday. Carol likes the Monday soup at Panera and you like Chipotle so since they are in the same building lunch works well. Your trip to Walmart would have been better if you had just walked the whole store as you did to gather up the merchandise for home, but a candy bar got in the way, you ate it too fast in the car and now your stomach is uncomfortable. When it comes to treats how old are you boy, ten? - Amorella

        

         Probably. It was stupid. Half the bar would have been fine but it was hot and where was I going to keep it with the melting? Carol would have thrown the second piece away. I maybe have done that once or twice in my life. What is irritating is that I knew this would happen but did it anyway.

         Why? - Amorella

        

         I don't know. I had a rush to eat the candy bar; and this was less than an hour after lunch. Carol wasn't around so I didn't get caught. When it comes to treats/dessert sometimes, just like a lot of others, I'm just a kid at heart.

         You have a half hour to get to the post office. Later, dude. - Amorella

         Home again and you are talking about DVRing the news and watching last night PBS Mystery: "Endeavor" on the early days of Inspector Endeavor Morris. We'll get to Pouch 19 soon enough, boy. I have no deadlines. - Amorella

        

         More of your shadowy humor; of course you don't a deadline. We humans do though.  

         You smiled at the thought. Post. - Amorella

         I like your humor, Amorella. It really puts me at ease.

         Not everyone would find this so. - Amorella

         I'm a trusting old soul.  

         So it appears. Post. - Amorella

         2110 hours. We watched "Endeavor" and another "Zero Hour" as well as "NBC News".

         Now you have completed about half of the first draft of Pouch 19. Drop it in and we'll call it a night. - Amorella

         2222 hours. I am not sure this is moving along correctly. It seems to me you are choosing to develop relationships here. I thought Blake was going to ask about consciousness and self awareness and the soul.

         Relax boy. This is about half a first draft. Let it be for now. - Amorella

         It is not how I would have approached this.

         How would you begin this? - Amorella

         I don't know. This sounds like one of those conversations one might hear in a freshman college dorm late at night. That's what it reminds me of. Here is the draft so far:

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Diplomatic Pouch 19, © rho, preliminary draft for GMG

            After a leisurely return from the dark side of the Moon to Earth Ship planted itself seventy thousand feet directly above the Rock and Roll Museum and Great Lakes Science Center for the night.

            Comfort positioned each around the walnut table as before. Most noticeable to Blake were finding Justin sitting next to Hartolite and Yermey sitting next to Pyl. I find it odd, he thought at first, that Pyl and Justin chose not to sit next to one another; then he realized the order was not as circumstantial as it first appeared.

            Yermey smiled comfortably and said, "I am sure you have many questions. We can take a few before bedtime."

            Blake began, "Earlier, Yermey, you said machinery allows us to see who we really are. I think you were referring to Ship's abilities to keep each of us on board equally comfortable and safe. As we are each sitting in the same chairs as before, each of us is sitting next to an alien."

            Friendly interrupted, "That was my idea not Ship's -- I want us to become closer as a group, not as two groups of aliens."

            Pyl countered, "We are all humanoids not aliens, Blake."

            Yermey added politely, "Go on, Blake, let's settle on your question."

            "How can machinery see us as we really are when we don't know who we are? At least we humans don't. I don't think we have a clue as to who we are."

            "I don't think Yermey means that, Blake," countered Pyl once again." She turned and looked directly at Yermey, Blake is talking about who we are in terms of our hearts and souls and minds. We see ourselves as a mystery sometimes. I'm sure you must feel the same."

            Yermey appeared momentarily puzzled while Friendly and Hartolite stared at him in disbelief; waiting for the typical response he would have given one of his own kind. But then no humanoid marsupial on ThreePlanets would have ever thought to ask Yermey such a question so directly.

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