Dusk. You have had a rather relaxing day (no traveling) – a
few errands and chores as well as exercises completed, late lunch at Penn
Station. You may work on Chapter Seven tonight, maybe not. You do need to place
all final work to present on Apple’s Page so it has iCloud backup tonight. –
Amorella
I
forgot I had not completed that. I have it on Word but not Page. Also, I did
not use the StoryMill software yet. Yes, I want to complete this and move on to
7,8 and 9. And, I haven’t decided what to do about putting the book online for
free – that is which format to use. Surely there is one to upload a free book.
Nothing’s for free, boy. I won’t allow it.
We will discuss this later. – Amorella
That’s
pretty abrupt. I thought this was a consideration. I don’t mind giving it away.
What else am I going to do with it?
You are missing one of the major points in
my being here in the first place. NOTHING IS FREE. NO UTOPIA HERE. EVERYONE
PAYS. – Amorella
I
thought that was for the Ferry Man or whoever he is.
Later, boy. Post. – Amorella
It
is arrogant to give something away?
Sometimes. In here we walk a fine line to
write a fine line. – Amorella
That
sounds arrogant and conceited. Besides, the books aren’t all that well written.
Even here I have trouble expressing myself.
Don’t you find that odd, you being a writer who
cannot express himself well. – Amorella
It
is a cumbersome statement -- pretty much a point of fact if you ask me.
2216
hours. We watched “Person of Interest” and “Major Crimes” tonight. I have been
puttering around reading geek.com for the first time. Interesting articles. I
did do everything but the StoryMill. I feel better with the work on iCloud. I
have to do the GMG Stats/Chapter also. Then I’ll be ready to work on the next
chapter.
One of the science articles you just read
suggests that memories can be inherited. What do you think? – Amorella
2223
hours. Some memories are first photographed live and instilled as memories.
What comes to mind first are the photographs from the concentration camps that
I first saw when young. I remember my initial reaction, which was: “What is
this? What is the strange mound or hill made of? There is too much ‘roundness’
to be junky clutter. I have been to the Westerville City Dump and have not seen
anything like this.” That is what I remember. The photographs are a memory and
I inherited them from my father. This is what I think. I also remember my
initial reaction when the pieces of roundness found themselves in a pile of
naked bodies of dead men and women. “This is not real.” That was my reaction.
It is a vivid memory I inherited from my father who was there and saw such in
living color like photographs from Life
magazine at the time.
Over the years I have come to respect the
Dead, all of them. The Living who must one day leave this place, this Earth.
They have no voice so in my imagination I make up their voices to keep them
alive. Words keep them alive. And, before the words there are the ‘letters’
that keep them alive. And, before the letter that keep them alive there is the
grammar. The ‘grammar gene’ is inherited. In such a way memories are inherited.
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You are surprised at your response but I am
not. Post. – Amorella
It
is silly to be without words but you find a way to even take the grammar away.
Good. Empathy has no need of grammar. Post. –
Amorella
I
do not feel empathy.
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