24 April 2015

Notes - yard work / existence

         Mid-morning. Today is for grass mowing among other things. – Amorella

         0932 hours. That’s right, Amorella. I have the sweeper ready to take upstairs for sweeping of course and I am sure there will be other chores needing to be done. It looks like it is going to be a good day for it.

         1653 hours. It has been a working outdoors day until now. Just a small bit of trimming to do after the battery recharges. We had lunch at Smashburgers. Carol did her laps this morning. I have been working on the yard in one capacity or another for about three hours today. I lowered the blade and used the grass catcher for most of the yard then dumped the gatherings in the back as mulch for our stand of trees. The yard looks better for the weekend though it is supposed to rain tomorrow but be pleasant on Sunday.

         You have a couple errands yet to do. Later, orndorff. Post. - Amorella

         You had scrambled eggs, cheese and mixed veggies for supper then watched “Elementary” and “Bones” before stopping for the night. Carol headed upstairs to read and you are thinking about going to bed soon. – Amorella

         2112 hours. I am tired but I enjoyed working in the yard on various Spring chores. I’m glad Tim mowed last week though. It is just nice to realize that if I don’t want to mow, we will pay Tim to mow. Carol did mow a small patch on the north side of the house – it is a complete flat section of the yard. I had already mowed the postage stamp back. And, I did the rest of the trimming before supper, plus restrung the battery powered trimmer for next time. I didn’t notice any change on increasing my Victoza dosage one/third under doctor’s orders and I picked up my next six pens worth from Kroger’s. (2121)

         You are wondering why the Merlyn stories focus on the various personal and social qualities of ‘afterlife’ for the humans and marsupial humanoids. – Amorella

         2124 hours. I had the thought but I assume this information is useful to Merlyn’s story dreams. It adds interest to me because such information stretches my understanding of where Merlyn is and how he ‘survives’ the fictional afterlife. So far, much of this information has an evolutionary air to it. People are born and learn to survive the physical world then after they die (reborn) they learn to survive in the spiritual world. In the story there are connections between the living and the dead – with the dead influencing the living as well as the living influencing the dead, obviously by adding newly dead souls full of heartanmind all the time. The souls gain the human passions of heartanmind. Before, in the story, they are assumed to be inert or inactive Being without passion. In the first trilogy there is mention of some of the dead moving on to another stage or level of spirit. What comes to mind is the aging of wine – that after a very long time the soul filled with the passion of human heartanmind mellows or changes into something beyond the spirit perhaps. Where do these souls move on to from ‘HeavenOrHellOrBothOrNeither’? Perhaps this is not a good question because the book doesn’t go into where the soul was or how it evolved in order to take in a human heartanmind.

         The books suggest ‘a pre-spiritual condition that allows the soul to become a holding place for heartanmind. The books also infer that after a spiritual setting the heartansoulanmind are moved, as it were, to a post-spiritual condition. There is a line or two you are thinking of where this is put more simply in the play Our Town.

         2156 hours. I found the lines easily enough; they are toward the conclusion of Act I. George and his younger sister Rebecca are talking.

** **
Rebecca: I never told you about that letter Jane Crofut got from her minister when she was sick. He wrote Jane a letter and on the envelope the address was like this: It said: Jane Crofut; The Crofut Farm; Grover’s Corners; Sutton County; New Hampshire; United States of America.

George: What’s funny about that?

Rebecca: But listen, it’s not finished: the United States of America; Continent of North America; Western Hemisphere, the Earth; the Solar System; the Universe; the Mind of God – that’s what it said on the envelope.

George: What do you know!

From Thorton Wilder’s Our Town, Act One

** **

         2211 hours. The Mind of God is what some people think of when they think of where existence, Here and Beyond, is. Now that I think more about it – this seems the right thing to do here as far as the Merlyn stories are concerned – just leave the construct the Mind of God.

         This is not apropos for the Merlyn books because the context is not the same. – Amorella

         2217 hours. The context seems perfectly correct to me. I mean what else can we say? – I really don’t want to gain any more understanding than what is suggested in the books already.

         These are Merlyn’s dreams not yours, boy. – Amorella

         2222 hours. I don’t care. I am the editor and I am uncomfortable in this discussion.

         Yes, you are. You have good reasons. I wanted you to draw them up consciously so you can better know who you are. Post. – Amorella

         2229 hours. Fiction is what it is.

         You are sometimes not as much fiction as you think you are. – Amorella

         2230 hours. I don’t like to think about such things. I would just as soon be totally fiction.

         You almost were, boy. That is in life. You shouldn’t have survived your first week, that’s what your family said. – Amorella

         2233 hours. That comment always did bother me. I didn’t quite know how to take the comment. It was and still is open to interpretation. The people who said it probably didn’t think about the question the way I did. People don’t always realize what they say when they talk. Listeners (myself anyway) are not always sure what people mean when others say things. Everything appears to be open to interpretation, the fiction and the non-fiction of the world. Time for bed. Why do I waste my time ‘reading’ myself? It’s a fool’s errand. I have never fully understood why I am here in the first place. Why is anybody here? It makes no sense. Yet, ‘being here, existing’ is interesting. I am glad I am here  -- for the experience, I guess. Who knows? Living doesn’t seem like a waste of time. I enjoy each day. I love my friends and family. I am what I am and humanity is what it is. I wonder if the Dead ever come to any conclusion as to what ‘existence’ is all about?


No comments:

Post a Comment