Mid-morning. You leave for a dental
appointment within the hour; the semi-annual ritual of teeth cleaning. Today
you plan on finishing the chapter but to what end, boy? – Amorella
0855 hours. I have to look into the
different ebook outlets more. Smashwords guide and template for fiction appears
to be the easiest ebook publication to tackle with no real obligation. I think
I can switch from it to iBook or Amazon fairly easily, but I have to do more
research.
You came home and worked on your
exercises. Carol is talking about going into Kenwood, getting lunch at Potbelly’s
then going to the mall so she can do some walking as it is too cold out, twenty
something with a wind chill of seven.
1149 hours. I have Brothers 21
updated. Again I think the paragraphs were too long so a halved them. It is
good to end with Schneider’s doughnuts no matter what kind they are.
Add and post. - Amorella
***
(final) The Brothers 21 ©2014, rho
GMG.One
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 on film. 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 or being off stage. 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 form of this heartansoulanmind
really be, and how would it function?
"We
got you two the cream-filled Schneider’s doughnuts you like," said Connie.
"They
only had three," added Cyndi light-heartedly. "So I took the
jelly."
***
You
had a tasty lunch at Potbelly’s and Carol went into Macy’s to begin her
walking. You called Kim to inform her about Glenna’s visitation at Moreland’s
in Westerville tomorrow. You asked her if she wanted to meet you for lunch,
probably in the Polaris Mall area. This is a good time to work on Grandma’s
Twenty-One. – Amorella
1401 hours. I have Grandma 21 updated.
I did not change much. I have a feeling that when I see this work in actual
print I will have work to do.
The story will be much easier to sort and
although the ebook will not have numbered pages I suggest that you follow
through with them on this final working draft. – Amorella
This is getting exciting, Amorella. I
think this has taken two years or it seems to have to be at this place, perhaps
three.
Add
the segment. - Amorella
***
(final) Grandma's Story 21 ©2014, rho
GMG.One
Criteria
and Renaldo were surprise to find Merlyn leading them from the main road to an
unobserved grassy path where the walked the horses in an awkward quietness for
most of the afternoon. As they were coming upon a rise Merlyn said, "This
travel has been for the comfort of the Lady. We are about to enter the grounds
of the Stones where I have royal guests.
Ever
so politely Criteria asked, "How did you guess my royalty, Merlyn?"
“The
voice, m’Lady, "undresses the disguise. I know these things, as did my
predecessor Taliesin-the-Bard.
“I
cannot tell where you are from Merlyn,” said Criteria in a flirtatious mood.
“I
set my dialect to match your own m’Lady, it is a part of my stock and trade.”
In
undisguised resentment Renaldo interrupted, “We are here, Sir, on behalf of
Rome to transcribe and collect stories for the Bishop.”
"I
am not one for titles, Renaldo," quipped Merlyn. "My interest here is
building blood. You see the three ladies standing by the pond. They are of the
House of Avallon, you two shall meet these sisters first."
Hesitant,
Criteria declared, "My uncle was
King in Greece. However, my work is common within the Church of Rome."
"Royal
blood rises or falls together," grumbled Merlyn. Shortly we will be done
with this, he thought.
Should
I begin with Holy Island or Merlyn, thought Criteria upon approaching the three
with Merlyn at her side. The Queen, Igraine, smiling and extending her hand in
kindly tone said, "I am glad Merlyn invited you, Prince Criterion of
Greece."
Having
forgot who she really was, Criteria stood momentarily startled.
"Please
meet my sisters, Morgause and Viviane."
"Did
you ever meet the Bishop of Rome, himself, Prince Criterion?" asked
Morgause.
She
showed them her ring, "You are charmingly social, and overwhelmingly
friendly," commented Criteria, "I am sure we some ways share blood
and are cousins, but first you need know this is but a disguise for Rome and
safer travel. No one knows of my womanhood save Renaldo my priestly
companion."
Upon
the further introduction Queen Igraine modestly whispered for all to hear,
"Your secret is frozen within us. What secret is it in the man that you
the woman now know?"
First,
the laughter then the quiet talk, concluded Merlyn as the chat meandered into
the great house for further discussion.
In
due time Morgause commented, “we are envious of our sister, but it is our
husbands’ fault not hers. The men do not have the ambitions we three have.”
“You
work within Columba’s league,” suggested Criteria.
“We
work within the Celtic church. We are women of the old ways because of our
mother. We did not always get along with her, and we do not get along with each
other. This meeting is political theatre.”
Deciding
she could put her trust in them, Criteria said, “Merlyn told me he has a plan.”
“Merlyn
always has a plan,” laughed Viviane. “He said the spirits will be here with us
when he tells his story.”
Criteria
reflected aloud, “He didn’t tell me he had a story to tell.”
In
a while with Criteria and Renaldo, Morgause, seemingly alone, commented, “We
are envious of our sister, but it is our husbands’ fault not hers. The men do
not have the ambitions we three have.”
With
this Criteria abruptly commented, “You work within Columba’s league against
Rome.”
“We
are Greek also,” replied Igraine in quick surprise to her younger sister, “Our
line flows from Abraham and Sarah up through Paris, son of Priam of Troy on up
through the Franks.”
“I
know you have Greek blood through Princess Argotta,” said Criteria. “We are no
doubt cousins, but the Church feels you have a story of another notable
bloodline.”
More
quietly Morgause noted, “We have the blood of Joseph of Arimathea.”
"And,"
added Viviane with Merlyn at her side, "perhaps James, the brother of
Jesus."
Queen
Igraine coldly eyed Merlyn while adding sarcastically, “We use the Dead as they
use us."
Suddenly
standing as stone among these few, Merlyn with his prophetic eyes rolled into
the top of his head and he thought these unscheduled prescient words he could
not, in those days of life, come to say aloud.
In these books
Grandma has the gift of gab,
For Merlyn’s
crystals to send this private confab;
The Dead speak
short; the Dead speak true,
This fiction, my
earthy children, is set in you.
***
1408 hours. I am surprised
Carol has not called. She said she would not be long. It is a pretty day
though, mostly cloudless and the sun shining through the front window it is
plenty warm even with the moonroof opened a crack. I’ll take a short break.
1733
hours. This took a bit of time but Pouch 21 is ready. It is more solid as a
segment, at least for now.
I agree. Add and post. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic Pouch 21
Thursday,
14 June 2012. Blake, Pyl and Justin will shortly leave in marsupial humanoid’s Ship for a flight through the Milky Way
Galaxy to ThreePlanets with Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey. The Earthlings plan
to be away from Earth for a year.
Pyl
Williams-Burroughs sits quietly in
the kitchen with a glass of milk and a favorite last Jennifer cookie from the
nearby On the Rise Bakery ruminating on the day. Our friends and fellow
colleagues believe we have taken leaves for university research jobs with the
University of Sao Paulo, Brazil for this next year. Our houses are rented as of
July 1.
I
am ready. I go with my husband and brother so I am not alone. I am quite
compatible with Hartolite and Friendly so I have strong woman companions. I
cannot imagine how this will be. We have only to be ourselves and live
honestly, something we three have attempted to do our entire lives. Strangely,
if it were not for what I have witnessed with Ship I don't know if I would have the trust and feel the security
that this can be pulled off and that we will all be the better for it.
Justin
Wayne Burroughs sits on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom. The room is dark.
He can see the reflective floor light from under the closed door. I cannot
believe we are doing this, he thinks. I cannot believe that we will witness the
history of an alien human-like culture. Inwardly we are essentially the same
species with individual hearts and souls and minds. We believe in a similar
God, free will and hold to general like philosophies. Socially and economically
we hold to quite different ideologies, but we desire similar cultural outcomes.
We
three are family. What adventures will we have? What will we experience? I
cannot wait. Ship is the comfort.
Normally flying can make me anxious, but Ship solidifies my outlook. He allows
me to feel secure by his calm manner. Even at this hour, I have no real fears
of travel, none that I would have from traveling around the world on our on
this planet.
Blake
Williams sits on an old oak chair in his basement workspace thinking how it is
going to be. This will be the most interesting year of my life. I will get to
work with Yermey, one of their greatest minds. I want to know his questions as
much as I do his answers. Yermey speaks of the heartansoulanmind as if it were
real.
I
wonder what the most important values the people really hold true, that is,
what the practice rather than preach? Sometimes I think their species may be
better than we are; but in my heart I don’t believe it. They have been around
twenty thousand years longer in their social and technological experience.
They
each still have to decide Kant’s basic questions: What can I know? What shall I
do? What shall I hope for? And, what is a [marsupial] human being?
It
is easier to trust machinery than it is people. Ship will keep us safe. A machine run culture can be made secure,
stable and more just. We love our machines large and small on Earth. Ship is
just an offshoot. I cannot wait to see what these people have at their disposal
on their own planets. Blake stands and walks up the stairs without looking back,
sees Pyl and says, "Are you ready?"
She
stands confident and smiling. "I am."
Blake
shouts up the stairs, "Justin, are you ready?"
The
toilet flushes. Justin opened the door and replies "I'm ready as I'll ever
be."
Both
Pyl and Justin hear considerable calm in Blake’s words, "Let's go
then."
The
two followed Blake out the back door that Blake turns to lock. The three looked
up in surprise to the design of a familiar front porch gently dropping to the
ground. Each walks on admiring the Victorian-like craftsmanship. No ship is
seen. The porch lifts up into a dark opened door. Once inside the door is
quietly sealed. Ship says, "Time
for a social nightcap."
Friendly,
Hartolite and Yermey enter the room and Friendly greets the three keenly anticipating
Earthlings with a wonderfully veracious smile, and says, "Welcome aboard. Relax.
We will soon be underway.”
***
This afternoon Doug sent
you the following article asking, “What does this mean in 10 dimensional
space?”
** **
Simulations back up theory that
Universe is a hologram
A ten-dimensional theory of
gravity makes the same predictions as standard quantum physics in fewer
dimensions.
•
Ron Cowen
•
10 December 2013
A team of physicists has
provided some of the clearest evidence yet that our Universe could be just one
big projection.
In 1997, theoretical physicist
Juan Maldacena proposed1 that an audacious model of the
Universe in which gravity arises from infinitesimally thin, vibrating strings
could be reinterpreted in terms of well-established physics. The mathematically
intricate world of strings, which exist in nine dimensions of space plus one of
time, would be merely a hologram: the real action would play out in a simpler,
flatter cosmos where there is no gravity.
Maldacena's idea thrilled
physicists because it offered a way to put the popular but still unproven
theory of strings on solid footing — and because it solved apparent
inconsistencies between quantum physics and Einstein’s theory of gravity.. It
provided physicists with a mathematical Rosetta stone, a 'duality', that
allowed them to translate back and forth between the two languages, and solve
problems in one model that seemed intractable in the other and vice versa (see
'Collaborative physics: String theory finds a bench mate’). But although the
validity of Maldacena's ideas has pretty much been taken for granted ever
since, a rigorous proof has been elusive.
In two papers posted on the
arXiv repository, Yoshifumi Hyakutake of Ibaraki University in Japan and his
colleagues now provide, if not an actual proof, at least compelling evidence
that Maldacena’s conjecture is true.
In one paper2, Hyakutake computes the internal energy of a black hole, the
position of its event horizon (the boundary between the black hole and the rest
of the Universe), its entropy and other properties based on the predictions of
string theory as well as the effects of so-called virtual particles that
continuously pop into and out of existence (see 'Astrophysics: Fire in the
Hole!'). In the other 3 he and his collaborators calculate the internal energy
of the corresponding lower-dimensional cosmos with no gravity. The two computer
calculations match.
“It seems to be a correct
computation,” says Maldacena, who is now at the Institute for Advanced Study in
Princeton, New Jersey and who did not contribute to the team's work.
Regime
change
The findings “are an
interesting way to test many ideas in quantum gravity and string theory”,
Maldacena adds. The two papers, he notes, are the culmination of a series of
articles contributed by the Japanese team over the past few years. “The whole
sequence of papers is very nice because it tests the dual [nature of the
universes] in regimes where there are no analytic tests.”
“They have numerically
confirmed, perhaps for the first time, something we were fairly sure had to be
true, but was still a conjecture — namely that the thermodynamics of certain
black holes can be reproduced from a lower-dimensional universe,” says Leonard
Susskind, a theoretical physicist at Stanford University in California who was
among the first theoreticians to explore the idea of holographic universes.
Neither of the model universes
explored by the Japanese team resembles our own, Maldacena notes. The cosmos
with a black hole has ten dimensions, with eight of them forming an
eight-dimensional sphere. The lower-dimensional, gravity-free one has but a
single dimension, and its menagerie of quantum particles resembles a group of
idealized springs, or harmonic oscillators, attached to one another.
Nevertheless, says Maldacena,
the numerical proof that these two seemingly disparate worlds are actually
identical gives hope that the gravitational properties of our Universe can one
day be explained by a simpler cosmos purely in terms of quantum theory.
Nature doi:10.1038/nature.2013.14328
From: www-dot-nature-dot-com
** **
1822
hours. I am going to have to look more into this.
In doing so we might project Ship
theoretically. Post. - Amorella
2136 hours. I have done more background reading and have changed my mind. I am going with Pages – ePub formatting. It appears simpler for my needs. First I need to do the stats on the last three chapters then place the chapters within the Page document. From there I will convert them, correcting errors where I see them along the way before printing. I will print one chapter first to see how it goes and make layout corrections if needed.
I agree with this. Pages ePub appears easier for you to follow and if you use Smashwords publications ePub is an acceptable format. You consider ePub more professional than converting your Word document for Smashwords publication. Post. - Amorella
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