Notes - gravity / poetic like draft 2 of Dead 11

       You had a late lunch at Potbelly’s on Mason-Montgomery Road and have stopped at Staples for a new larger calculator for Carol (kitchen island workspace or office). You have not bought a new calculator anytime this century. Carol says the smaller ones (good for the car) get lost in paper piles. A quick stop at Kroger’s for dishwasher soap and you’ll be on your way this cool partly cloudy Spring afternoon. – Amorella

       1516 hours. I like the capitalization of Spring so as not to forget the seasons. We have a tendency sometimes particularly in semi and urban areas, to forget where we are. We have car heaters, seat heaters, air conditioning and seat air conditioning in newer cars. The weather and the stars are not the primary they once were even two hundred years ago, maybe even a hundred years ago. I read an article the other day and it reminded me that we don’t even know what gravity is (exactly)

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StarChild Question of the Month for February 2001

Question:

What is gravity?

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Answer:

We don't really know. We can define what it is as a field of influence, because we know how it operates in the universe. And some scientists think that it is made up of particles called gravitons, which travel at the speed of light. However, if we are to be honest, we do not know what gravity "is" in any fundamental way - we only know how it behaves.

Here is what we do know...

Gravity is a force of attraction that exists between any two masses, any two bodies, any two particles. Gravity is not just the attraction between objects and the Earth. It is an attraction that exists between all objects, everywhere in the universe. Sir Isaac Newton (1642 -- 1727) discovered that a force is required to change the speed or direction of movement of an object. He also realized that the force called "gravity" must make an apple fall from a tree, or humans and animals live on the surface of our spinning planet without being flung off. Furthermore, he deduced that gravity forces exist between all objects.

Newton's "law" of gravity is a mathematical description of the way bodies are observed to attract one another, based on many scientific experiments and observations. The gravitational equation says that the force of gravity is proportional to the product of the two masses (m₁ and m₂), and inversely proportional to the square of the distance (r) between their centers of mass. Mathematically speaking,

F=Gm₁m₂ / r²,

where G is called the Gravitational Constant. It has a value of 6.6726 x 10^-11 m³ kg^-1 s^-2.

The effect of gravity extends from each object out into space in all directions, and for an infinite distance. However, the strength of the gravitational force reduces quickly with distance. Humans are never aware of the Sun's gravity pulling them, because the pull is so small at the distance between the Earth and Sun. Yet, it is the Sun's gravity that keeps the Earth in its orbit! Neither are we aware of the pull of lunar gravity on our bodies, but the Moon's gravity is responsible for the ocean tides on Earth.

Selected and edited from http://starchild.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/StarChild/questions/question30.html

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       1527 hours. I think this is funny. What if that is what we knew about ourselves, only how we behave? Hmm. A lot of knowledge would be left untouched. (I really don’t know where this bit of commentary came from.)

       You don’t need to. Post when convenient. - Amorella

       You are at the community center. Carol is inside walking the track. Let’s go to Dead Eleven. – Amorella

       1554 hours. Okay, I’m actually rested today.

       1912 hours. I have completed a second poetic-like draft of Dead 11.

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Draft two of Dead 11, Book 2 © 2016, april, rho

Two naked souls once and

without spine and eyes and trunk and hands and feet,

we now have Hearts and Minds too.

Secondary sources not of Souls own –

With this akin-to-whispering in heart and mind,

Merlyn mutters,

How is it that wordlessness matters,

that wordlessness designs

all physics and beyond?        

Methinks my heart wishes

to be free of me

but this doesn’t happen here,

among the Dead.

                                             *

Merlyn does not exist with the Dead

as his Soul is akin-to-whispering with his friend.

When alive Merlyn did not fully exist;

when then his Soul was akin-to-whisper

to herorhis likeness in its hunger or not.

Souls are Primary –  

heartsanminds are less than Primary.

With recollection Merlyn thinks of

when I was alive I ‘felt’ I

had a soul but I had no proof.

Now, dead, I have no proof I lived.

Residual dreams are not proof.

I was and am only in a dream.

I dream consciousness and I am.

         No melody sets in a raw note

         Poetry must ebb and flow.

         I sit now as rock without a touch of Earth.

         I don’t believe ever really I stepped

         on life’s third rail

         with mine soul stepping on the rail too.

                                    *

Merlyn sits in stone too

itself rising from unmatter cluttered;

pondering grave Earth –

one of many semi-solid cemeteries scattered

within the sun’s spin of encompassing physics.

Shall we, Foretoken and Venerable, let Merlyn see

a soul and friend shaped in our unmattered nature?

No one can define life without the fact of being dead.

Enough though says Foretoken akin-to-responding

to friend Venerable once as hungry as sheanhe.

Well-spirited Merlyn is heartanmind in soul

To envision a multiple of dimensions

within multiple universes seen and unseen,

universe known and unknowable.

Merlyn thus ponders almost in the unknowable –

it breaks the conceptual on how souls actually are.

Have I one soul or two or three?

Or, have I only a quarter or a have?

Perhaps three-quarter a soul will do?

Perhaps a lone decimal point will do?

And G---D? Where are you?

A colossus holding up said Atlas point

with nothing but conjecture;

whereas humans might

conjure that gravity might be

holding us up or holding us down

and around and around and around

corkscrewing around the sun we go.

Two naked souls once

without spine and eyes and trunk and hands and feet

Now, Hearts, we have and Minds too.

Secondary sources not of souls own –

To the Living, the Souls together,

Foretoken and Venerable appear untouchable

yet these two are solid enough

for living or dead heartsanminds

stuck, as it were,

within a fancy spray

both resourceful and heartfelt.

All souls know what they are –

immortal and nothing less.

Souls are stronger than                          

the physics guiding

and framing many universes

with developed life forms or not.

                                    *

Merlyn sits in stone; rising from stone.

Our mortal grave, Earth.

One of many semi-solid cemeteries

scattered uncommonly in encompassed physics.

Venerable touches Foretoken in a notion –

Shall we let Merlyn see

our souls shapes in unmattered nature?

Foretoken’s touch responds

To sit in the entirety of no-thing

is Eternal – Bliss-and-Not.

Merlyn mutters,

How is it that wordlessness matters,

that wordlessness designs physics and all beyond?

Reflecting, Merlyn rests –  

I was born and died centuries ago,

a millennium and more.

From dreamed puffs I,

once warmed bones in a cool aired sweater`.

                                    *

Shall we let Merlyn see

a soul’s shape in unmattered nature?

Methinks, the once Merlyn –

sheanhe wishes to be free

but that kind of thing does not happen.

Venerable touches Foretoken in a notion  

and, Foretoken’s touch responds in notion

To sit in the nothing is Bliss Eternal

Two naked souls once and

without spine and eyes and trunk and hands and feet

search the hearts we have and minds too –

Alas, such are secondary sources

not our souls own becoming attached or eaten –

one way or another dissolved within.

Even to the humane Dead, the heartanmind,

cannot suspect we, the uncapitalized, are the primary –  

mind, where is the heart’s self-interest in that?

                                             *

Hearts and minds rise and set in the ordered each

even though we souls are as a breath taken in.

How was it though

we souls were essence

without wonder?

Souls are not self-generating.

Souls are not self-serving.          

Such is, as seen through weakness

in reason floating dead and unattached.

Severed human, swimming dead unattached.        

Humanity is not soul’s clothing.

Humanity waters in the soul.   

without a sense of nourishment

Souls feed, it seems,

on the opposite of breathing in and out

                                    *

Merlyn sits in stone;

rising stoned from grave Earth.

Earth one of the many semi-solid cemeteries

scattered within encompassed physics.

Swarms, no schools of souls from

what end to what beginning?

To remember how it is to be a what

Relative or not to being life in the living;

only the once been can become the defleshed.

                                    *

Shall I let Merlyn see

a soul’s shape in unmattered nature?

A new alphabet for a new thought       

In irregular form Life can be differently spelt.

Grammar as gravity is the same living or dead  

Grammar is the soul’s shell

Stored outside for good pickings in memory            

A separate spirit recoiling in memory

Without an inside or out                 

A line without end and forever doubted –

no more solid than a periodic period.

A dot grammarly bent is not gravity         

where no word or no punctuation is necessary.

Merlyn sits in stone rising from stone

thinking, “My body, my earth grave,

is one in many a semi-solid cemeteries

being the yonder of encompassed physics.”

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       1917 hours. The words are wrapped tighter but not tightly enough to suck in air, nor, I think, can I make them such.

       Steps away or no, post anyway. - Amorella