Late
morning. You were up early, breakfast and the paper, finished mowing the grass
before the heat of the day, took a nap, and here you are a little unsure about
the conclusion of Brothers 21 because you have not had it on mind since
yesterday. - Amorella
1243
hours. I puttered around for a while then got to work. I have completed
Brothers 21. I rather like it for the humor but I don't know how it will be for
another reader.
Drop it in anyway. The humor is a bit
strained and puffy at the same time. Post. - Amorella
***
The Brothers 21 ©2013, rho - draft segment for GMG
Richard and Robert are sitting in the morning shade
on a bench in Riverton watching people and traffic move through the busy Uptown
intersection of State and College. Richard always liked this corner from where
he could see one of his favorite boyhood places, the weathered State Movie
Theatre marquee once grandly lit. Robert never was the movie fan, fancied Richard.
Rob's
boyhood took in bound textbook-like words to carve a life based on what human
reality is, the physical body. Richard liked the adventurous photographs in Life as much as words of daring and
diversion. Rob became a cardiothoracic surgeon and I became a professor of
literature. We are still living nearby in our hometown, but identically twin
bodies do not identical twin minds make, considered Richard. He glanced across
the street waiting to see Cyndi and Connie emerge from Schneider's Bakery with
four small cups of coffee and four fresh and tasty white cream-filled doughnuts
topped with a layer of chocolate icing. "Let's move on to something else,
Rob, I'm tired of talking about money."
Interrupted
from his focus on the marquee, Rob tapped his brother's shoulder, replying,
"Talking and thinking are two different things, Dickie." In clear and
exact memory Rob had been focusing on his recently completed poem.
*
L I L L I A N G I S H
News:
senseless beyond the deadline,
prisoner
to a here and now,
reports
any hearsay, the current heresies.
She:
its quick legend in catchwords,
memorable
as a persistent comet is memorable,
Old
light of whom reaches us years later.
She
is Beatrice: graceful frames of spirit;
comet
to fixed star; sister to star
forms
through whom travelers know --
earth
as Diana, child of wild things,
gathering
broken blossoms with voice of arms
in
the first light a chaste lover brings;
fire
as Athena, eyes flashing with battle-charm,
holds
our souls, fragile as daylight, through the night,
breaking
the dark air of harm;
water
as Venus, love's strong voice of light,
laughing
with the long hair of waves gently bearing
the
sea-worn swells of doubt from every lover's eyes;
air
as Mary, sensuous truth as heroine,
whose
dark lips of pure fire melt that elemental
cold
of pretense in the frightened soul of hope.
Child
to woman to spirit of silent grace,
from
way down east rising with the northern sun,
always
new, the unforgettable faces of Lillian Gish.
•••
Richard
asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Lillian
Gish. The marquee got me thinking about her." He stopped; then, "The
girls have been in the bakery for sixteen minutes."
"She
was famous in the silent movies. What about Lillian Gish? She's dead isn't she?"
"The
poem is about her unforgettable faces. She died in 1993, Dickie." He pointed,
"Here they come. The restaurant's not open yet. Let's meet them at the
tables across the street."
As
Richard looked at the traffic and the people moving in street light order he
had a flash of thought on how it might be as being only an existential heartansoulanmind walking across the street.
"The most basic form of consciousness," rolled out.
"What's
that?"
"I
am thinking on minimal consciousness, if there is such an animal,"
acknowledged Richard.
"We
hoped no less in the operating room," chuckled Rob, continuing with,
"A minimal animal, you want a jellyfish," as they crossed with the
light he added, "I'm ready for coffee with cream and a cream-filled
doughnut."
The
most basic form of spiritual
consciousness is human consciousness,
continued Richard in silent reflection. Let's say this minimal consciousness is
in a quantum state not unlike a quantum bit in a computer. The classical bit is
stored as a 1 or a 0 but a quantum bit is stored as a 0 and 1 event at the same
time. This is similar to the condition of Schrödinger's Cat in quantum mechanics. This spiritual consciousness both
exists and does not exist at the same time. A human being can feel or sense the heartansoulanmind existing. It is like being on stage and of stage at the same time. One may never completely know where the theatre is or what the
discovery of the humor of the joke is.
This
then is the grammar of the heartansoulanmind, it is not necessarily the words
in a linear string; it may be where it is not, between the lines. I think there
may be something to this. Now, what would the natural form of this heartansoulanmind
really be like?
"We
got you two the cream-filled doughnuts you like," said Connie.
"But
they only had three," added Cyndi. "So I took the jelly."
760+ words (slight revision in conclusion tonight)
***
Doug says the
segment, Brothers 21, appears fine as is. For this I am grateful. Thank you,
Amorella. - rho
You had a good lunch at Penn Station. They
know how you two like your sandwich and your fries. You also had a little rain,
which should be good for the grass this time of year. Presently you are waiting
for Carol at Kroger's on Tylersville after dropping off a letter at the post
office. Life is good, huh, boy? - Amorella
1434
hours. I feel good after completing Brothers 21; I hope it is okay. I sent it
to Doug for a read from questioning mind.
The books are built for such readers,
particularly those who question the world in which they live. - Amorella
Alas, most people are too busy even if they have the inclination to think on
such matters from time to time. I have always tried to make time. Retirement, a
partner who doesn't mind, and the Internet help tremendously.
You both have always been readers, an
important attribute these days. - Amorella
It
has always been important.
No, it has not, not for so many people. Even
the letters, the alphabet, has its own meaning; don't it, boy? - Amorella
You
are sounding like Grandma. (1446)
Let's see what the last story is as what we
are going to do with it. - Amorella
1608
hours. Home from the grocery and from another errand after, so to speak,
Graeter's for a child's dip in a cup of wild cherry chocolate chip. Grandma's
21 in the original has 11,317 words. Criteria and Renaldo are the most
important characters. Grandma pretty much right off says she's going to sit to
tell the story so you know it's going to be a long one.
We'll do as we did before, make a second
working copy and we'll begin deleting what is not important to the immediacy of
Criteria and Renaldo and what has to carry on to the next book. - Amorella
What
about the focus on heartansoulanmind issues? (1615)
We just take the bones of this story, boy.
Surely if any one understands; it will be the Dead. - Post. - Amorella
1653
hours. We have cut the story down to 2587 words.
Now, delete the original long copy and make
a new copy of the shorter 2587. - Amorella
That
wasn't so bad as I thought it would be.
The story in bones does not have to make
sense. The first cut was more mind sense. The second cut will be heart sense
and the third cut will be soul sense. You got that, boy? - Amorella
1659
hours. I will re-label as I want to keep these as samples of each sense.
You are ever in the experiment. - Amorella
It
is my nature, Amorella
Time for a break, boy. The next cut is only
what your heart feels. - Amorella
This
will be strange because what the heart feels is what is the most important.
Not here, boy. It is what wordy bones the
soul decides to save that makes the difference. - Amorella
1706
hours. I have never thought of the soul saving anything.
1735
hours. I had been called to help with household chores.
In here, boy, your soul is saving the
story's last chapter. The soul is given deference in the last two books. -
Amorella
You
have said that I put my heartansoulanmind into those first three Merlyn books.
I assume I have put the same into this book.
You have until now. A transition is being
made for the next two books. - Amorella
What
will be the difference? I cannot imagine writing a story from the soul's
perspective of what humanity is.
Here is the rub, boy. You cannot imagine. -
Amorella
1744
hours. True. I have not been able to imagine much of what has already been
written.
It is not a matter of belief, young man, you
allow me to run your fingertips on the keyboard. - Amorella
Does
this mean books two and three will not have mind or heart in them?
No, but we will allow the soul to learn this
for herorhimself. - Amorella
My
soul is put to the test?
Why not? - Amorella
This
does not seem fair. I thought the heartansoulanmind were equal as a unit (as
far as the story is concerned).
In the story the soul is immortal; the soul
is less than equal. This is the reason, out of respect, sheorhe is given
deference. - Amorella
I
don't know where you are coming from Amorella.
Neither does anyone else, young man. We are
done for the day. Post. - Amorella
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