1037 hours. I
found a good word online this morning; one I have not seen or used too often,
if ever: ratiocination (ratēˈōsəˈnāSHən). I like
the word, even the pronunciation, as it is different than I would have
suspected.
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Noun
conclusion,
ratiocination - the proposition arrived at by logical reasoning (such as
the proposition that must follow from the major and minor premises of a
syllogism))
ratiocination
(logical and methodical reasoning)
Adapted from -
wordnetweb/princeton/edu
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According
to Merriam-Webster the synonyms for ratiocination are: intellection, logic, reason, reasoning,
[and] sense. I like the word and at times wish I could live by it, but in doing
so a part of my humanity would be missing. This brings me to Milton as I think
he would have reveled in the word because, at least to me, the word is an
embodiment of an angelic-like being, a being that when appearing to look
directly at you is actually looking through you almost as if you aren't there
at all. That is my sense of the circumstance.
You are thinking of The Angels and Us
by Mortimer J. Adler.
Mortimer
J. Adler was Chairman of the Board of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, Director of
the Institute of Philosophical Research and Honorary Trustee of the Aspen
Institute. He authored fifty books. He lived in Chicago. [From book cover] I
met him once when he gave a talk in Cincinnati. He is the only 'real-to-me'
philosopher I ever met live. I liked his manner and demeanor as well as his
intelligent use of diction and reason. Below is a book description copied from
Amazon.
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Book Description
Publication Date: March 1,
1982
Mortimer Adler has always
been ahead of his time. In 1982, before the current revival of interest in
angels, Dr. Adler published "The Angels and Us", an engaging look at
the various images and hierarchies of angels (including guardian angels). Dr. Adler, the bestselling author of
"Ten Philosophical Mistakes",
"Aristotle for Everybody: and "The Great Ideas",
speculates on the existence of angels; why Jews, Christians, and Muslims
believe in angels, and the ways angels have been viewed as objects of religious
belief and philosophical thought. This is a wonderfully enlightening work on
the affinities between angels and human beings.
[From the Paperback edition]
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1111 hours. This is strange to have
come into my head this morning. I was thinking of John Milton's angels of
course, not angels in general. I have such admiration for John Milton to have
written Paradise Lost as he did, while blind no less.
It is your all time favorite literary work,
heartansoulanmind. - Amorella
Why is that, Amorella? It was such in
college when I first read the whole of it and earlier even in high school the
excerpts in the British literature text were intriguing. I always wanted to
make a connection with aliens (if there were any) with angels. Wishful
thinking, I would imagine.
No, boy. You are wrong; the earliest
connection that I see in here is with Ezekiel and the wheel. - Amorella
You are right. I had not thought on
that.
1436 hours.
Feeling much better since the stomach problems have disappeared (at least for
the time being). We had a late Subway picnic down along a Little Miami canoe
livery area near old Fosters [Crossing].
Carol is on page 383 of The Columbus
Affair and you are ready to continue Dead 21. - Amorella
1653
hours. I am about 740 words and interestingly satisfied with Dead 21, but I
have no actually ending of the Second Rebellion. I believe you said it was
after the first series of books was completed, but I do not know a time, a date
of reference.
Chose an arbitrary date, boy, and we will
see what we have. - Amorella
1 March 2010.
On
this human oriented date the Grand Compromise between the Dead of two species
and the Supervisor was initiated. - Amorella
1713 hours. I have completed The Dead 21.
This will do for now. You have a lawn to mow. Add and post. - Amorella
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The Dead 21 ©2013, rho, drafting for
GMG, vol. 1
Merlyn
awoke from stone thinking, the Living do not understand how the Second
Rebellion began when it did let alone how it ended, he thought. How do I best
explain these unseen and thus unknown events to the Living?
In
short order Merlyn had rolled his spectral eyes back into his spectral head to
discover he was about to have a discussion with Glevema and Panagiotakis right
in his own sanctuary. Within from the door way to his hut Merlyn saw the oak
billiard table rise from the stone boulder just as he had risen from the stony
sleep of the Dead. Merlyn moved, gaining confidence as he glanced down from the
height of the giant oak to the table below to see two balls, each on a cue
mark, and an oak cue stick lying on the table green near the white cue ball and
on the other cue mark the black 8 ball. Merlyn blinked. I am the stick, Takis
is the white and Mother is the 8 ball. The pockets shift. One pocket connects
to the heart, another to the soul, and a third to the mind; the other three are
random existential nightmares. My cue tip needs to strike old Takis and send
him to lightly kiss Mother and send her towards the far right corner, estimated
Merlyn. Then, before I ask my question I must strike with the cue ball and
drive her into her most focused heartansoulanmind corner of the moment. I can
only hope to drive her into heart's pocket for a truthfully honest response.
Semi-conscious of the timing Merlyn struck the cue
ball, which, as the physics would have it, tapped the 8 ball a bit further and harder
to the left side of the ball than he had anticipated. The white ball rolled to
the left and almost scratched in the far corner pocket, and in Merlyn's mind the
8 ball unfolded an almost unlikely destined path to the left corner pocket and
dropped in. 'Not good,' concluded Merlyn, 'A faery's trick,' added his struck
heart.
His
understood questions on the Second Rebellion had drilled into Mother's soul and
into his heart instead. "I should have stopped with Takis," grumbled
Merlyn, "I should have let the cue ball run the table."
The Victorian styled oak billiard table collaborated
into mist and sunk into the stone bolder. Merlyn stood alone with Mother three
arm's length away, boldly staring at him, as almost all mothers are wont to do
with a naughty child near hand.
"Do
you think I did not see through your tactics to use my grandfather to soften my
soul?"
"I
was aiming at your heart, dear Mother of all mothers. I see I missed my
mark."
The
soul tends to show an armor of indifference, thought Mother while considering a
response to Merlyn's initial question. "Nuclear weaponry," declared
Mother, and all those dead from murdering in political conflicts and two major
wars during the first half of the twentieth century. Even my first friends
among the Dead, the marsupial humanoid Dead pleaded for a short-ordered Second
Rebellion to address the parental anxieties of both species for their living
children."
"The
Living do not know about the marsupial humanoids other than my fictional
stories, Mother. How do I turn this into story form?"
"You
were sorted out, Merlyn. I assume you are up to the job," replied Mother
rather huffily. "Once the marsupial humanoids actually landed on Earth and
tragically died in secret attempt to present themselves in July, 1947; their
Dead decided it was time to re-introduce themselves to Mother. The
reasonableness of Eisenhower’s Farewell Speech became the trigger -- the
madness of a world of industrial-military complexes would eventually create a
horrific global social circumstance in which humanity both collectively and
individually would have no choice but to shut itself off soulanmind-wise, Merlyn.
This is something you can certainly understand and sell to the Living;
individual and collective humanity essentially becoming a closed camp within,
the breadth of the human heart struck with the cryptic thought that work alone
can make you free." She paused to let this sink in, and then added,
"Merlyn, how would we many Dead grow and flourish under such heartless
conditions of power and consequence?
Subdued
or not, a reckoning would come, ruminated
Merlyn, as surely as I one of the Dead, walk with or without consequence among
those presently Living. The Second Rebellion ended while I have been here, in
two places at once, among the Living and among the Dead. Even I do not know how
or why this came to be. But who really knows the how's and why's of any
rebellions or wars. Freedom, what is freedom without the fullness of one's
heartansoulanmind?
793 words
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2042
hours. We had Papa John's pizza for supper, two slices each, half veggie, half
works. Homer and his crew are awesome pizza makers. The second half nuked
tomorrow will taste as good as it tasted right out of the oven. We watched ABC
then NBC News and an old "Zero Hour", we have five or six more
episodes to catch up until the final for the season, which was on for two hours
last Saturday. We have nothing more tonight. Carol is going to read on her book
and I am going to write or listen to relaxing music.
Are you ready to begin The Brothers 21? -
Amorella
I am intrigued. I am still in surprise
over Dead 21. Never in a million years would I have considered such a
narrative. It does have a dramatic finish, at least to me, and from my perspective
the last sentence is true, no matter it is built into fiction. "Freedom,
what is freedom without the fullness of one's heartansoulanmind? There is a
greater unified clarity with the three-words-in-one over the seemingly (to me)
nearly unmanageable clutter of three separate nouns. Is this the discussion in
Brothers 21?
No, it is not. - Amorella
I
copied The Brothers 21 from Braided Dreams. It is about 2900 words long, some
of which is their chess game. Should I go through and begin whittling down to
the 750 word range?
Yes, it will be constructive even if none of
it is used. Post. - Amorella
I agree, it will be constructive, because used or not I am curious as to
how this segment is going to be after the lead in with Dead 21. (2119)
2149 hours. I cut Brothers 21 down to 873 words. Time for bed.
2149 hours. I cut Brothers 21 down to 873 words. Time for bed.
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