Late morning. The heat pump technician is here replacing a part that
should be under warranty. Otherwise it is a non-descript cloudy and cool day
ahead depending mainly on what projects Carol wants to have started or
completed by the end of the day. You did talk to Kim who said she would take
the outdoor Xmas lights you were going to give to the Salvation Army.
You
did forty minutes of exercises and had a leisurely bath afterwards. It seems to
have done temporary wonders for the arthritis and whatever else ails you. Carol
is outside talking to the neighbor and you are thinking about lunch in about an
hour – maybe Outback for a change as they are now open for lunch during the
holidays.
1314 hours. I do feel better. I did exercises on
Saturday but not yesterday . . . I have to take my glucose before lunch. It has
been down. Certainly the insulin at night has helped stabilize lower count.
1612 hours. I
received a note from BookBaby about book sales. At least I better see how it
is; I told them I’m fine with it. This is how it works. First, they are still
waiting on September sales; second, every store has a different lag time
reporting the sales; and third, BookBaby doesn’t want to post the sale until
they actually have the money from retail in their hands. I told them I hope to
be done with book two by summer. I really need to get back to work, but the
break has been nice.
You
dropped off Christmas decorations and working indoor/outdoor lights at Goodwill
as well as a few Xmas cards to the Post Office. Dusk has settled in, the
Christmas lights are on and Spooky is checking out the birds in the front
bushes and tree while Jadah is having her supper. Carol is readying to go to
Panera or a like place for supper. Tonight you hope you both can work on the
cards and have them out tomorrow. Also, Carol has some Macy shopping for Kim
tomorrow or Wednesday. – Amorella
1728 hours. I’m fine with it. We are in a busy
season. I enjoy the lights, particularly the clear white ones. Every time I
look at the lit tree with any consideration at all I think of each light as a universe
and the branches and needles as some sort of mysterious sub dark matter
extensions holding everything in a fluid-like place where movement and time is
allowed. The material worlds/universes are based on space, weight and movement;
those are my dynamics. We give ourselves too much consideration.
Evening. Panera for supper then a ride around nearby neighborhoods
looking at the holiday lights. Once home you turned on the Christmas tree,
which inspired this comment on your Facebook page tonight. – Amorella
** **
We have a small Christmas tree
lit with miniature white lights in the living room window. With the room lights
off the sight becomes as a fictional reality in my mind. I see each of the
lights on the dark tree as a universe similar to the one in which we exist. The
concept needs only a small bulb lit tree to have so many universes. From the
vast imaginary distance it seems to me it wouldn't make much difference what
Holiday is celebrated; that would be in the mind of the beholder. This little
ditty exemplifies to me how much we do not know. I like to think we do not know
very much about how reality is. I myself enjoy such fanciful thoughts. Maybe
you do too. - rho :-)
** **
2015 hours. I have
said such things before in the books and blog. It is probably a bit didactic
and arrogant, but then that is part of who I am.
Mid-evening. As you enjoy your view of your tree from afar enough to
share it on Facebook, where are the spirits of those with enough consciousness
to carry them beyond the physics? You humans like to group things. Group the
‘human-like’ spirits within each galaxy within each universe. What purpose do
they have? Does each galaxy of spirits swarm? How does the swarming
affect/effect the others of the said universe? What then of the spiritual
connections with all the other universes within this tree or bush or whatever
that grows universe-like balls like haunted cherries? Haunted galaxies and universes with
spirits spread thin like pollen in the wind. Where are these Dead, these
spirits once consciously living in the physical world they all share because
they are from the same ‘tree’ boy? How does this all work? Why? What effect
does this have on the Living in any of the universes? What effect does this have
on the Living on Earth in particular? What are the ‘ground rules’ here? How
does the fluidity run in the metaphysics of all things great and small? What is
the soul’s position in all this grandness? And, the heart and mind too? Let’s
say the soul is a soda straw, who gets sucked in? What is the recipe of the
heartanmind mix? Is the recipe from what drops to the bottom or what rises to
the top like cream? What do you
want to do with this boy since you enjoy fanciful thoughts? I’m curious. Aren’t
you? Post. – Amorella
2149 hours. Whoa. This is too much Amorella. I
do not think of the soul as a straw though I can easily imagine the human in me
getting sucked in and up into something. At least it is food for thought, so I
might gain some humor as a consequence. Are you stirring the pot for a purpose
here?
The point orndorff, is that if you have an analogous shell of a tree
with lit universes, there has to be a nut of reason for the Dead within it. In these books and blog the Dead and the
Living are always connected whether each realizes it or not. Capiche? – Amorella
2202
hours. I think I understood this “always connected” but I don’t believe it has
ever been stated as such. I am thinking in terms of a metaphysical-like quantum
entanglement.
This
will do as being analogous though it is not correct. – Amorella
2206
hours. This only has to help me gain a sense of reasonable human understanding
for communication purposes. This is all fiction to me because even if it were
to have a truth to it only a shadow of the representation would be available on
the cave wall.
We
are talking about the ‘metaphysical light’ as it were, not the shadow on the
cave wall, boy. – Amorella
2209
hours. Okay, I am jumping off the high board into the deep water here Amorella.
I will need time to adjust.
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