Almost time for the national evening news.
You have been focused on less creative matters today, and in the process you
and Carol have accomplished most of what was intended. You were reading an
article in Discovery about the “soul and plausible free will”. The responses to
the article were as good if not better than the article itself, at least in
your eyes. One of the problems is that there is no scientific definition for
soul (for obvious reasons). You had a point and were going to send it in but
you signed in under Google and your real name came up to use when no one else
was using a real name. Your point was that if G---D observes then by
definition all matter may also be changed by the Observation whether the Observation
is consciously observed or not. It seems reasonable to you but not enough
to put the opinion out there under your own name. – Amorella
1835 hours. For the record, yes. That is what took place.
Leftovers for supper, ham and baked beans
for you; Carol had soup and an open cheese sandwich. You watched the news and last
night’s two hour special on 20/20 about the castle of Downton Abby. – Amorella
In here it appears many moments of daily life are existential. Why is that,
Amorella?
This is because, deep down, you have never
forgotten the characters in Thornton Wilder’s “Our Town”. Emily comes back to hear her
father’s words, “Where’s my birthday girl?” When Dead, from your point of view,
little things are remembered; perhaps a whole lifetime reconstructed and view
objectively as well as subjectively, moment by moment. Then when that lifetime
is done one can better see who and why one has become who one is at the time of
death. All these little things have a bearing, don’t you think? – Amorella
The play has made a great impression on my life.
This blog and the Merlyn books are who you
are. These are a mix of memories and creations (characters and settings) that
you are wedded to both emotionally and intellectually. I rather like the
concept even without any dark humor and irony. – Amorella
2225 hours. I am taking a life of seventy-one years into account. I
would think this is what older people do from time to time; this is my way. I
would rather make it up. For this I feel well blessed, to have the time and
health to work on these Merlyn projects.
Nothing wrong with having something
constructive to do, boy. And, best yet, no harm to anyone in the process. –
Amorella
That is a wish, of course, but in the real world where I sit in a chair
and type on the keyboard of my MacBook Air; one can never know how fair or foul
tomorrow may be. I would hope no harm; I cannot imagine anyone being harmed by
reading this blog or the Merlyn stories; but there are twists and turns all
unknown and many greatly unexpected. I wish no one ill. But it is like living
one day too many and finding through an accidental meeting on a common road
that the lives of several families are changed forever, because for some
unknown reason one crosses a small yellow line in the road and several families
pay a price for a single error. O would it be in such a fate to have died the
day before and spared grief to those one never knew in life. Such things happen
most every day. No one is immune to such events. So, never can it be said in
the world where we breathe the air that no one may come to, or will, harm another.
Physics is what it is; and we are sometimes accidental matter that counts.
You thought you had nothing to say; yet like
the species as a whole you find a mirror and can’t help but look in and take a
peek once in a while that what’s still unsettled between the lines. Such you
will find that it is with the Dead too – just as in that once famously well
known play, “Our Town”. – You know the character I would be wont to play, don’t
you think, my boy? – Amorella
2245 hours. You provide me hours of insight. One day perhaps I can give
old Mr. Wilder a visit and tell him what he’s turned in my life. Well played, Amorella.
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