Notes - making sense / a better question /

       “Et tu, Brute” comes to mind, boy, as you wonder on the world, and how you observe it. – Amorella

       1035 hours. My mind thinks back through the world of history and literature I have learned. I have experienced a lifetime saturated in both. Words are first, pictures second.

       Late afternoon. You returned from Graeter’s both satisfied after a cold kid treat in a cup. Earlier you watched the latest “Blind Spot”. You have also doubled your number of words in Dead Eleven – basically beat fifties poetry in soul-like conversation. You are not pleased with the segment so far. – Amorella

       1718 hours. I get the gist with the loosely dropped poetic medium but what sense for Merlyn? I assume he can listen in.

       Merlyn can though it seems as a musical piece. The melody is not so much haunting as basic and simply raw in note. – Amorella

       1723 hours. A railroad metaphor will do here – something along the line of an empty rail car being pulled to Dachau in someone’s enlightened memory. In seems odd in this clicked-clack of a ‘flash’ but fortunately there is not a soul on board as it was on board such a car at the Holocaust Museum. No souls on board and I don’t believe when I stepped on alone my soul stepped on with me. It hung on the corners outside keeping the created memory intact during real life some time distant.

       You’ve captured an unspeakable honest thought here and I’ll find a way to use it. Souls don’t mind punctuation even without the word ‘transmigration’. – Amorella

       1735 hours. I assume I am to make sense of this?

       It’s from your head boy, it’s your sense not mine. Post. - Amorella

       1755 hours. Surely the soul’s shell is grammatical in construction.

       Let’s assume, in here, that it is. We go from there. – Amorella

       1757 hours. Vertical and horizontal lines come next – from fingered digits, so to speak. No more. No twigs, no runes.

       The body is the mind’s maker. Go no further. – Amorella

       1803 hours. The brainanbody are nature made.

       Not for souls boy. The soul, in here, is a parasite. – Amorella

       1805 hours. That is not a kind thought Amorella.

       The soul knows what it is boy. – Amorella

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parasite - noun

an organism that lives in or on another organism (its host) and benefits by deriving nutrients at the host's expense.

ORIGIN

mid 16th cent.: via Latin from Greek parasitos ‘(person) eating at another's table,’ from para- ‘alongside’ + sitos ‘food.’

Selected and edited from the Oxford/American software

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       1811 hours. What nutrients does the soul derive?

       The humanity, boy, what else? Where is your brain? – Amorella

       1815 hours. That seems too obvious. What does humanity do for the soul?

       Now, that’s a better question. Post.- Amorella