Notes - Saturday / sunset / evidence

         Mid-afternoon. Everyone went to the pool this morning and to Conch Republic Grill for lunch, even Linda and Bill came over to see K/P and the boys off. You had lots of leftovers, which you brought home – you won’t have to eat out for a couple of days. Lots of people are enjoying the beach today – plus sailboats, motorboats and jet skis in the Gulf at Madeira Beach.

         1516 hours. It was sad to see Kim, Paul, Owen and Brennan head to the airport. We hope they had a good time. Sunning, Carol is beginning a book (Harlan Coben’s Hold Tight) on the balcony. Everyone on the beach appears to be having a relaxing good time. Thirty are in the water more or less directly outside our condo view, plus perhaps fifty or so on the beach itself, eleven umbrellas and six cabanas . . . water and sand rimmed by sea oats, then the top black fenced white wall and gate, and above our balcony along with fifteen other condos balconies five stories high.  

         Post. - Amorella

         You are sitting at the table on the north end of the balcony facing curved beach with upstart low rising buildings for a couple miles then trees lining the beach another three to four miles down. The setting sun wanders between the clouds from the few showers-to-downpour we had a couple hours ago. A few people are returning to the beach. A crowd of seven having their picture taken before the sun sets. We have four on the immediate beach to the west of the condo. 

          The Gulf is smooth like a piece of light jade – I see our cat’s left eye big as can be in this Gulf scene. Scattered blue sky shows to the south with white tips of nimbus cumulus jutting up like pretend Andes mountain peaks some distance further south by south west. I sit on a weathered plastic deck chair with a diet Vernors in a clear plastic glass of ice. To my immediate right, below the glass is a wet piece of paper towel to wipe my fingers after taking a bit or two of afternoon dessert bought at Cafe de Paris  after lunch and before my nap. Carol has been reading her book most of the time, that is after cleaning the west windows/doors of the boys’ fingerprints. The chocolate icing brownie is almost too much but while Carol is focusing on a chocolate eclair I have to sacrifice too. People are standing about so it is time to move the table to the middle of the balcony and face northwest for a change. Low gray clouds interrupt the facsimile of fire into water but something interesting in light might show up. Here’s tonight’s capture. 

         Post. - Amorella

         You just wrote the following commentary on your Facebook page then erased it because you are not specific enough in what you are thinking. - Amorella

“The longer I live the more convinced I am that there is more science in our species then we might care to know.” (rho)

         2212 hours. Normally I might be thinking about the Shakespeare Hamlet quotation: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” However, I think it is not so deep as that, I would like to amend it to say: There are more things in ourselves [in our Homo sapiens species] than are dreamt of in our philosophies.

         Borrowing from the great Bard – the longer I live the more I am convinced that there are more unknown/unrealized facts about our Homo sapiens species than are dreamt in our philosophies. Before we can better define the existence of our outer reality, we need to better define and accept as a common denominator what and who we are within, that is, what is the human spirit?

         You are not satisfied with this comment as is, but it is better than you had before. How is this? – Amorella

         The longer I live the more I am convinced that our species has not fully evolved, as such we can only loosely define who and what we are as human beings. Because of this lack of definition we continue to struggle with a definition of subjective and objective reality. – rho via Amorella

         2238 hours. This is better but not worth dropping into a Facebook comment. Definition is really important. I don’t think we define ‘things or concepts’ closely enough. For instance, how do we define evidence to the point that we have enough scientific proof to show extraterrestrial aliens exist? What do we know about ourselves that shows our own origins did not begin from extraterrestrial life?

         So, you come to the question, “What is evidence?” Post. - Amorella