Leaning towards mid-afternoon. You are
sitting on the western edge of Rose Hill Cemetery behind a high evergreen. The
southwest winds are picking up and the ground is situated, thus you are behind
the tree should it fall. You had a late lunch at Smashburgers and before that a
very relaxing morning after being awoken early by a brief but very strong
thunderstorm. Poor Jadah stayed under the bed until mid-morning when you coaxed
her out. Spooky doesn’t seem to be bothered by anything as long as she gets her
food. – Amorella
1409 hours. Late morning I did 40
minutes of exercise and Carol worked on 10. The weather is still not conducive
for walking in the park and with her knee she has been advised for the time
being not to use the treadmill. She is on page 379 of The Hit by David
Baldacci. I think I have misspelled this ‘Balducci’ several times. One would
think I would catch errors better but I don’t. If this were a professional-like
blog rather than a working one I would hopefully show more concern. What is
surprising is that there has been enough time between writing the chapters and
proofreading them that it is easier to see better word choice, or at least what
appears to me to be a better word choice in these (final) editions. As I get
closer to the final segment in the final chapter I will have to set up one more
‘final’ look before looking for an electronic publication.
You are a bit apprehensive about this
electronic publication business, enough to the extent that you have been toying
with moving on to book two and leaving book one in house, so to speak. –
Amorella
1420 hours. It was just a thought
Amorella. It would be easier to just move on and wait until the three books
were ready for publication and do them all at once.
That is not going to happen boy because I
will not help on book two until book one is well on the way to electronic
publication. – Amorella
I am not anticipating sales besides
for a time I am going to make them available free. I never did care too much
about that. True, when I first began writing the Merlyn books I thought maybe a
few people would be interested; and it today’s world there are film rights, but
that faded away and doesn’t really hold much interest. I have found that over
the years if you have a mindset of being wealthy (which I do) then what more
would I do if I had the money to go with it? Having wealth in my mind has
little to do with being rich. I have not forgotten my friend, my muse and my
one time colleague Laney Bender-Slack sitting next to me at my retirement party
on 21 May 2003 (also Laney’s
birthday) and saying, “Rich, are you content?” Now, I am content. – rho
Do your initials make this statement more valid?
– Amorella
It does to me.
You are content. Do you think Merlyn the
main character in the story is content? – Amorella
1529 hours. We are home. No, Merlyn
will not be content until his dreams are told in a better literary form, in Great
Merlyn’s Ghost.
1607 hours. I
have made some unexpected changes in Grandma 19.
Add and post. – Amorella
***
(final) Grandma’s Story 19 ©2014, rho
GMG.One
I am Grandma. This family story
continues on through this book and the first three chapters of the next volume.
Solidification and continuity is what it is about, but then that’s what your
present fictional world is about also. Here is a woman about to speak to a
stranger.
“Greetings.
I mean you no harm. My name is Criterios. I am from Athens to attend the
festival at Santiago de Compostela. Are you of the Roman Church?"
Renaldo
opened his eyes from a night's rest in the woods. He stood and replied, “ I am
a monk also traveling to the Way of Saint James. The brother of our Christ has
his bones revered the site.”
Upon seeing his books on a nearby stump Criterios
politely asked, "What are your talents?"
“I have worked setting and leading blue stained
glass into several Church windows. I have also carved simple oak crosses.”
Criterios responded in surprise, “With your books I
assumed you were a scholar?
Renaldo momentarily stared into the glowing embers
somberly and uttered, "People in this country hold their philosophies
private."
Criterios pointed to Renaldo's two leather bound
books, smiled broadly and stated, “You are a student of the world like myself.
I am learned also. I see you have Aristotle.”
Renaldo returned the smile, “I always have my two
friends Aristotle and Pythagoras with me.” He paused, "But say, though
your clothes define you otherwise, I see you have woman's eyes and smile. You
say you are Greek, how so are you here?"
“My honest name is Criteria. I am disguised as a man
for my own protection. In this clothing I appeared manly enough. I was schooled
in the philosophies in Athens."
Gleaning, he commented quietly, "Clever
enough," and continued his observation. She has brown eyebrows, a solid nose, slender, distinct
cheekbones, and a sharp angular chin. She could easily pass for a Frank. Her
body appears adolescent male and her cleverness shows her as student of the
world.
"Our
family is well known, thus I travel under the name Criterios.”
Renaldo’s
simple smile followed with a simple question, “Whose family are you?”
“I
am Ostrogoth and I am a convert to Arian Christianity. My father is a cousin of
Pepin and his son Charles. My great grandfather was a trader with the Romans.
Father wanted another son but got me instead.”
“Ostrogoth,”
he said in surprise. “I am Visigoth. So many members of my family have died of
natural causes we thought it a curse for my father to have supported the
Aryanism among the Visigoths. I decided to become a priest in the Roman Church
to help relieve the family of the curse.”
Criteria
stopped. “Here we are on the same path, heading to the bones of St. James the
Elder, the brother of Jesus.”
He
stood still in the moment. “You think like my grandfather and father.”
"We need to get on our way to the Way of St.
James Festival in Santiago de Compostela."
The two quietly continued for two miles on the open
and nearly empty road towards the city that sits on the west coast of northern
Spain. She studied Renaldo along the way
The man has a
Roman nose, thinks Criteria, and bushy thick black eyebrows to counter the
goatee on his chin. His head of brunet hair and high Frankish brow fits with
the eyes of artistic intelligence. The face is rounder than first appears, and
that right eye squints thinner than the left yet he has a warrior's face not
that of an acetic.
For
the first time since Renaldo could remember, his books became secondary. This
woman is real and like myself, he thought and said, "How long will you be
in Santiago?”
"When
we arrive at Santiago de Compostela in Galicia where the Apostle, Saint James
the Greater is said to be buried my pilgrimage will be complete. From Santiago
I will travel east to the fishing village of Morus where I will be leaving by
boat for Rome. If we find we are compatible would you like to escort me to
Rome?
Together
are woven three divisions in one
Today,
a Past, and a Future is spun.
One
by one through Chapter Twenty-one to deliver
A
slow march of freed words from across the River.
Words
delivered by Ferryboat Captain, Leo Lamar
From
the dead of humanity tilting the Living ajar.
Filtering
through humankind like a somber dew
Through
a body of friendship, is Grandma to you.
From
smiling Grandma's white teeth and dark gums
Merlyn's
mind in a Future this way comes.
***
1656
hours. Pouch 19 needed some extra space between dialogues for reading ease.
There may be other dialogue locations where this is needed. The flow needs
interrupted on paper. Real dialogue of this content demands the full attention
of those in conversation. I read it as if I were there listening. I would have
a hard time without the pause.
As you wish, boy. Add and post. – Amorella
***
(final) Diplomatic Pouch 19 ©2014, rho GMG.One
After
a leisurely return from the dark side of the Moon to Earth Ship planted itself
seventy thousand feet directly above the Rock and Roll Museum and Great Lakes
Science Center for the night.
Comfort
positioned each around the walnut table as before. I find it odd, thought Blake
that Justin sits next to Hartolite and Yermey sits next to Pyl. Pyl and Justin
chose not to sit next to one another.
Yermey
smiled comfortably and said, "I am sure you have many questions. We can
take a few before bedtime."
Blake
began, "Earlier, Yermey, you said machinery allows us to see who we really
are. I think you were referring to Ship's abilities to keep each of us on board
equally comfortable and safe. As we are each sitting in the same chairs as
before, each of us is sitting next to a marsupial humanoid."
Friendly
interrupted, "This is my idea not Ship's – I want us to become closer as a
group, not as two groups of humanoids."
Pyl
reinforced with, "We are all humanoids Blake."
Yermey
added politely, "Go on, Blake, and let’s settle on your question."
"How
can machinery see us as we really are when we don't know who we are? At least
we humans don't. I don't think we have a clue as to who we are."
"I
don't think Yermey means that, Blake," commented Pyl politely. She turned
and looked directly at Yermey, Blake is talking about who we are in terms of
our inner selves, our hearts and souls and minds. We see ourselves as a mystery
sometimes. I'm sure you must feel the same."
Yermey
appeared momentarily puzzled while Friendly and Hartolite stared waiting for
the typical response they would have expected Yermey to give if Pyl was one of
his own kind. But then no humanoid marsupial in the last four hundred years
would have ever thought to ask Yermey such a question so directly.
A
couple of seconds past before Yermey stumbled out with a, "Pardon?"
He adjusted a mischievous smile, "Or is it Please in your fair city of Cleveland?"
Pyl
was momentarily distracted by the twinkle in his eye than the smile. She
respectfully declared,
" Some Cincinnatians say
please. It is due to the city's early German heritage."
Yermey
replied, "Bitte; as in a request
rather than as an annoyance or a question."
Friendly
noted Blake and Justin glancing at one another in surprise. She quickly added
as matter of fact, "We know several languages and Ship has
translation/transcribers of all of them on your planet if we need. We prefer
English in this circumstance."
Pyl
gave a little nervous laugh (usually quite annoying to Blake) and commented,
"It is relaxing to me to see you are not perfect, Mr. Yermey." Pausing,
she then continued, "You mixed up the cities."
Yermey's
smile shifted slightly. "I did not expect the conversation to move to, as
you say, 'hearts and souls and minds’ but I can respond to how our ThreePlanets
culture views these term words."
Blake
interrupted, "Yermey, can your machinery detect a person's soul? If so,
how is this possible?"
"Define
soul first, Mr. Yermey if you would. We have few term words for something that
has never been proven to exist."
"Like
God," added Justine. "These words are mostly indefinable by their
nature."
"What
is their nature?” replied Yermey. “How do you see God and soul as alike; and, if
they are, why do you have the two words when one ought to do?"
"If
I may," said Hartolite. "In our language your word, God is written as
it sounds, "Godofamily, CreatorofAllThingsanBeyond." It is one word,
but like in German sometimes, the word and meaning are strung together whereas
in English you might hyphenate them."
"God
of Family," noted Pyl. "Does that mean you have a Family God?"
Yermey
unintentionally gave Pyl eye contact while thinking; this Earth-woman has a
pleasing voice. He said, "No, it means we think of God as a part of our
family in that She provided a pouch, the universe, as a place to live."
"That's
interesting," replied Pyl. "Most earthlings think of God as a
male."
Yermey
inadvertently became his usual self and rather haughtily commented, "The
male does not have a pouch you see."
Pyl
gave him an eye normally reserved for her brother and clipped, "I don't
see, Mr. Yermey. Would you like to show me you don't have a pouch?"
Awkwardness
descended so quickly that one might have thought sheorhe heard an embarrassed
Ship quietly shuffle out of the room.
Justin
came to Pyl's aid with, "Perhaps we should leave God and/or God of Family
out of the conversation for now."
"Time
for bed," proposed Blake, and the others quickly agreed.
***
You
and Carol each had your usual fourth of a large Papa John’s excellent pizza for
supper (half veggie and half works). After the NBC News you watched the
remainder of the PBS “Murder on the Home Front”, last night’s “CSI”, and
tonight’s PBS-Dayton’s “This Old House”. Earlier you sent an article from a recent “Discovery” blog to Doug after you found it very interesting. Here is a
selection of the article.
**
**
By Kyle Hill
| February 20, 2014 10:30 am
In 2007, a Japanese youth hacked a version
of Nintendo’s Super Mario World specifically to frustrate the goombas
out of his friend. Distilled and translated from a longer Japanese title, this
“Kaizo Mario World,” as it came to be known, was one of the first ultra-hard
Super Mario hacks to make it around the world. The file quickly spread across
the Internet to annoy more than the original recipient. It was filled with
invisible blocks intentionally placed to thwart jump attempts, low time limits,
and instant-death enemies. Despite the challenges Kaizo Mario presented,
players soldiered on, finding ingenious, pixel-perfect solutions to the levels.
A successful playthrough of any one of them is a privilege to watch, the
fruition of many hours spent restarting from the beginning of levels.
For all the Kaizo playthroughs now on the web,
one video in particular is fascinating to watch. It is a superimposition of the
134 total attempts required to complete a single level (only two attempts were
successful). Not only is the video technically impressive, I think it can teach
a fundamental interpretation of quantum mechanics. What you below see is the
“Many Worlds Hypothesis” of Super Mario: . . .
Over 60 years ago, Hugh Everett, a graduate
student at Princeton at the time, came up with the idea that our universe is
actually one of an infinite number of parallel universes. Everett’s insight was
that instead of making special concessions for observers and observed, instead
consider all the observers in the universe as quantum mechanical systems
interacting within that universe (like how Deepak Chopra does, only
intelligible). Each time one system interacts with another, the universe would
split. In one universe you read this sentence correctly, in another you do not.
All possible interactions happen. Of course, because this is quantum mechanics,
I am glossing over quite a bit. Physicist Sean Carroll does a wonderful job
explaining the many-worlds concept below (starting at 1:28):
[Go to “Quantum Mechanics (an embarrassment) at
Sixty Symbols”]
If the many worlds hypothesis is the
correct interpretation of quantum mechanics, the super-imposed Kaizo Mario
World is demonstrating basically how it works. Not quite an infinite number of
Marios begin, and during many quantum interactions or “observations,” fully 132
Mario-filled universes were utterly destroyed. The level is the universe and
the playthroughs the “many worlds.” Each Mario that you see impaled by a spike
or smacked by a bullet is a possible branch off of the successful runs that you
ultimately see. In a way, it’s like life—despite all the possible accidents and
missteps that could have ended your timeline, you are still here. You are the
Mario jumping across the finish line of your life.
Who knew you could get such philosophy out of
Nintendo?
Selections from Discovery
blog – Not So Simple
**
**
2148
hours. I find quantum mechanics multiple worlds theory quite fascinating. I
don’t agree exactly because I think we are missing some notions as well as
facts about what reality is from our species’ perspective. However, in terms of
our minds – I feel that the mind is connected (at times) to the field of
quantum mechanics via an entanglement of sorts with other minds or other
unknown aspects of reality. Pure human thought has to physically connect to
some aspect of light, of electrical nerve impulses in the brain. (2158)
You
are at a loss here because you are not thinking this out clearly. You need to
simplify your point. – Amorella
2200
hours. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know what to clarify first to make
the point.
I will help you. It is impossible for
human beings to have a full grasp of what reality is because the species is
interconnect with its nature. As such, human thought produced by biochemical
electrical energy, may also be entangled (via quantum theory) with unknown
natural electrical energy from time to time. The human mind, may glean
something intuitively from this plausible, though seemingly chaotic, thought
producing entanglement. How’s that? – Amorella
2209 hours. This sounds
reasonable to my thinking. Thank you, Amorella.
Post, no more tonight. - Amorella
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