A very late wet morning. You were hoping to
mow the grass that is still wet from an earlier shower. You were reading about
the WLW Tower in the Mason Historical Society newsletter and was surprised to
read that Hitler himself actually designated the tower as a target on his hit
list during the war.
Little
old Mason on the hit list. Who would have ever thought such a thing? The old
wooden watch tower (in search of enemy planes) still stand next to the metal
tower itself. Life is interesting. Fragments of history still flaking off into
print like fragments of sentences in a blog.
Leave it, boy. - Amorella
I
don't want people to think I am associating this blog with history. It just hit
me a few seconds ago. I was just having fun with the 'fragment' business - that
isn't right either. Word grammar doesn't mark the sentence as a fragment.
Where's the verb? 'Flaking' is a verb here? Shouldn't it be: 'Fragments of
history are still flaking off into print like fragments of a sentence in a
blog'? I'm wrong. Word grammar says it is correct. Technically, it is I guess,
but it sure sounds like a sentence fragment to me. In this case, the ear wins
as far as I am concerned it is a fragment. I'm the expert. Word loses.
You got carried away there boy. - Amorella
I
was just thinking it through Amorella hardly conscious my fingers were moving
to the keys.
That's the main idea, boy. Post. - Amorella
Makes
me look like a silly old fussy butt.
Some students the world over think of
language teachers in a more vivid description than that, particularly when they
received a paper back filled with red marks or 'do over'. Do not consider
apologizing here. You have a right to be arrogant just like everyone else. -
Amorella
I
was going to apologize for keeping this in here not for grammatical errors.
This is a waste of the reader's time.
Are you talking about this post in
particular or the blog itself? - Amorella
This
is my experiment, these are my notes. They are not a waste of time to me; in
fact, they are necessary. I cannot write without putting thoughts on paper
first. Otherwise, I don't really know if the thoughts are there or not. As for
readers, people are free to read my thoughts or not to read them. The end
result of the notes is supposed to be the Merlyn books. I don't care if people
read them or not either.
1444 hours. Late lunch at Panera/Chipotle and now a stop at Kroger's for dry cat food and the like before home. A little blue showing through and it's warming up so the grass ought to be ready for mowing once we are home.
You are thinking about working on Pouch 20 so
why not go ahead boy. - Amorella
1507
hours. I have 724 words and must have had 50 or 60 more and Microsoft Word crashed.
This rarely happens, now I am back to where I was. I don't remember what was
said but Yermey was talking about hunters and gatherers and being efficient and
the women choosing not to have many children because they were nomads though
there were tribes and territories.
We need to be more efficient ourselves, boy.
- Amorella
1704
hours. Once home we mowed the yard; amazing how warm it became in such a short
time, at least it seemed warm. I mowed in sun and shade and Carol mowed in sun
and shade. I took a bath as Carol was finishing up the hill on the southwest
side. It has not begun to rain again yet, perhaps it won't. The mowing is done
in any case. Perhaps I'll trim in the morning. No more today though. She's
cleaning up -- I assume it is going to be a relaxing Saturday night of
'catch-up' television.
Post, boy and relax, hot or not the sun got
to you and you were getting slightly sick when you finished the front and Carol
took over for the north side and back. - Amorella
I
don't like to talk about it Amorella. It was just queasiness above my stomach.
I drank plenty of water but was working at a faster pace than usual. I have to
watch for heat stroke. It didn't seem that hot. Anyway, once in cool bath water
I was feeling better. I don't know why you bring up things that don't make any
difference.
You have three doctors and a son-in-law who
keep tabs on you boy, I might as well too. Post. - Amorella
I
am not any sicker than I have ever been, in fact I'm healthier than I was at
the turn of the century.
2145
hours. Surprisingly I completed Pouch 20 but it feels incomplete to me; not the
conversation, just that I expected a deeper discussion on the soul. There is
much more to add.
You have another chapter and two more books,
orndorff. Give it a rest. Add and post. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic Pouch 20 © 2013, rho, drafted for GMG
Blake and the phrase, "define the
soul" tossed about in bed during the night. We say the soul is our
essence, the embodiment of our individual selves. The soul is our mind as
separate from our heart; but no, our mind is our reasoning, our consciousness,
not our soul. Philosophies say our soul is our greater sense of duality, our
immortal part. We are not gods. Besides the feminine pouch how is their Godofamily
different from what many human equate with God, usually male. The Mother or the
Father, what connotations are connected with each. They can know no more than
we on such things were they a hundred thousand years ahead of us in their
knowledge, society and technology? They are no wiser than we; otherwise they
wouldn't have been stumbling around in our initial meetings. These alien people
appear polite, kind and mannerly. We can be polite, kind and mannerly also. We
can be . . .. Blake awoke immediately.
In short time Blake knocked on Pyl and
Justine's door. Within minutes they were walking to breakfast. No sooner than
they were settled with milk, juice and bowls of cereal that Hartolite and
Friendly walked into the room with Yermey following shortly thereafter. After a
few minutes of casual banter among the six (and a bit of wit between Yermey and
Blake) Blake drew the conclusion that his sister was attracted to Yermey for
his mind and comfortably for no other reason. None Blake could think on in any
case and he realized that Justin had not the hint of any jealousy so he
dismissed it. He asked a question. "Last night we were talking about the
soul. I am interested in your concept; do you people think of the soul as
intellectual and emotional as we think of the mind and the heart?"
"Morning
fresh," smiled Friendly, "these matters are easier to speak on. We
think of the soul as immortal though not the same as Godofamily is
immortal."
Hartolite
added. "Our species and your own have similar thoughts on souls, hearts
and minds. Each has no material weight nor is it in the same four dimensional
space we find our physical selves."
"We
observe the heart and soul and mind through our personal thoughts and actions
but they are immeasurable," continued Friendly.
"We
discern the heartansoulanmind in our friends also; just as you do," reinforced
Hartolite.
Blake
commented somewhat in dismay, "You are some twenty thousand years ahead of
us and you are no further along scientifically? Last night, Yermey said that
you have machinery that can detect a person's soul."
"I
think I said the word has to be defined first. This is easier to do in our home
language because you focus on details. Hartolite brought this up just a minute
ago when she spoke of how we cannot quantify the soul. We would never think to
weight the heartansoulanmind." He muttered, "It is madness to think
on weighing the soul."
Pyl
touched Yermey's hand in compassion, "It is madness; this is not how we three imagine the soul. We don't
find the mind or even the soul as nearly as mysterious as the human
heart." Her sentence ended with a softly humane smile.
"That
is another subject," commented Justin. "What can we say about the
soul that we earthlings agree with?
"We
can say," declared Yermey, "that soul is immortal."
Justin asked, "I notice you say
heartansoulanmind like it is one word."
"We
look at it as if it were one so when speaking in English it flows as one word,"
responded Friendly.
With
strong interest Justin asked, "How did you come on that?"
"I
think it is our pouches that made the initial differences in our species, that
is, the differences as how we see the world philosophically." She gave a
slight pause and glanced to Yermey.
"Early
on, just like you, when we had our own form of hunters and gatherers, our
tribes and territories."
"Particularly
when we were on a single planet," interrupted Hartolite.
"Yes,"
replied Yermey with grumbled voice and eyes on Hartolite, "when we were on
a single planet." He paused with wide eyes and open thought and said,
"Growing pouched is a community. We are heartansoulanmind first. Growing
pouched is as much psychological as it is physical. Our small groups evolved
from the pouch concept. This group evolves into our species as a family unit.
We are connected physically through sharing, just as our individual
heartsanminds share an individual soul, an immortal shell," he paused,
"to us, the shell is a pouch, you see."
Being
open, frank and a bit irritated, Pyl looked Yermey in the eye and without thinking, said, "I
have a private womb, not a communal pouch. What's that worth?"
788 words
***
2310 hours. Back from the store one more time for milk and
eggs. It has been a very pleasant summer evening, nice drive with the windows
down and the moon roof open and the stars out.
You are already wondering on Dead 21, the
conclusion for the Dead segments in the book, Great Merlyn's Ghost, Vol.
I. - Amorella
It
has to have a continuation not a conclusion, Amorella.
Why? Doesn't Volume I show the stories
continue? - Amorella
A
summary doesn't seem right.
We are not having a summary even at the
conclusion of Volume III. Don't you expect the few readers that you might have
to actually read the books with interest? - Amorella
I
would hope anyone who opens a book reads it with interest.
It is in your interest as a writer to write
for an audience, is it not? - Amorella
It
is interesting to me so I assume it will be interested to a few others.
Isn't that rather selfish? - Amorella
You
are trying to mess with my brain, Amorella.
Aren't you attempting the same thing for the
reader? - Amorella
As
a teacher of English I tried to mess with as many brains as I could. Thinking
for one's self is fun and challenging. I dedicated the first series, in part,
to my former students. I don't think of these readers as students and I am no
teacher.
No, you are no longer a teacher; you are my
student. - Amorella
I
am being self-taught.
However you are comfortable expressing it;
you are a student. - Amorella
I
agree, I am a student.
What have you learned? - Amorella
I
have learned that in terms of the heartansoulanmind words are not so important.
This is nothing new. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery rings
a bell here, but I have no desire to tame or to be tamed by anyone. The heart
is not the all , it is only a third in these books. I don't know why The Little
Prince came up. I do not remember the book from my heart or soul.
You are correct the book came from neither
place. - Amorella
I
am self-learning about the heart and the soul and the mind.
Yes, you are. Post. - Amorella
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