Late morning. Carol is taking a nap. You
have checked your email accounts as well as BBC Science. Let’s go to Dead Ten. –
Amorella
1212
hours. I added 128 words directly below but have reached the point of my fingertips
looking about to realize your presence Amorella.
** **
These,
the first words from the other side, and from our Supervisor’s mind no less –
gleaned intelligence. No tunnel or flash of light for me; nothing more than the
presence of words hanging in the dark – “We rise from clay, this judgment day.”
And, the surrounding dark strangely resounds in a chorus every so quietly, “Be
we dead and still alive.” The words haunt as an apparition might flow among the
Living – an invisible sheet of an undiscoverable yet understood reality. We are
born already dead, that’s how I see it. I do not know the words, the vocabulary
to grasp the sense in being born already dead. Life appears but a moment where
we have need of great calculation. I see this now. Without time the soul is
open. Without space the soul is. And, with this the Dead and the Living have
disappeared; the physics of a multitude of universes has disappeared; it is –
nothing exists but this open soul – this open wound.
continuing draft one - ch.10, bk 2 GMG
** **
I
do not understand these sentences above as some seem to be out of context or
created without your underlying reasonability. I am playing with some of the
words and am to the open soul alone. The Living and the Dead have disappeared.
The physics of a multitude of universes has disappeared; it is – nothing ever
existed but this open soul – this open wound.
In the process you have added more words (directly above) and
are to the point of a Beginning. Post. – Amorella
1236
hours. This reasoned imagination has no place else to go in such a setting, Amorella
Later
in the afternoon. You and Carol walked the community indoor track, she walked
six laps equivalent, you walked four. Earlier you stopped for fresh corn at the
Black Barn for supper. Remember boy, this story is about Merlyn, not yourself. –
Amorella
1639
hours. "Transfiguration" flashes up from the depths but is it from the well of my
own soul?
Where else is it going to come from, boy?
Merlyn is a fictional character. – Amorella
1641
hours. I have to look up the word.
You’re making it sound like you are looking
up word’s dress. – Amorella
1642
hours. Looking the word up, is an awkward phrase and it hangs there like one of
those propositions one doesn’t usually want to conclude sentence with. Is
transfiguration a dressed up word? I’ll see.
** **
transfiguration –
noun
a
complete change of form or appearance into a more beautiful or spiritual state:
in this light the junk undergoes a transfiguration; it shines.
Selected
and edited from Oxford/American software
** **
1729
hours. So, I am using this in term transfiguration on how the soul is in its pre-heartanmind
state? Or in its heartanmind state?
You had a delicious supper of today fresh
picked ears of hybrid (yellow and white) corn on the cob fully brushed with a
good butter substitute, and a dash of half salt and pepper. – Amorella
1800
hours. Every farm fresh ear of corn on the cob we have eaten this summer has
been excellent. I cannot remember a summer season when the corn has been so consistently
excellent in sight, size, texture and taste.
1811 hours. There was a time I would have predisposed the concept of soul being transfigured by a human heartanmind. And, on a similar topic, I have no notions on whether an open soul is somehow preconceived as better (in some way) than a closed soul. I feel that in any way that I come up with an answer to the question (at 1729 hours) I am arrogant. I am catching a drift here that I would be better off not coming up with questions (in context) to begin with.
It would please your heart to sit back and listen. - Amorella
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