After noon. You had a much needed nap this
morning before your last forty minute exercise of the week. Tim is mowing the
yard a day early as they are taking week off to go down to the mountains with
the family. You are going to Kim and Paul’s Tuesday, taking the Honda and the
cats. Carol and Kim are leaving for Jamaica early Wednesday morning. The
wedding is on Thursday and they will be flying back on Saturday. Meanwhile you
are in charge of the boys and the cats when Paul is at the hospital. Carol is
apprehensive about your forgetfulness at times but you feel you can handle
everything, as the boys are much older. – Amorella
1259
hours. I really don’t see a problem. I make sure they have breakfast. They can
spend an hour or so playing e-games. We can go to one of the various playgrounds
nearby. They can play in the yard and with their friends on the street from
time to time. We can go out for lunch and Paul should be home for supper. We
might take a ride to Westerville or Minerva Park one afternoon or even take in
a movie. All I have to do beyond that is make sure the cats are watered and
fed. I think we four boys will have a good time without the women folk around.
Post. – Amorella
1319
hours. I do have over 600 words on Brothers – 13. I should finish it today.
1319
hours. I do have over 600 words on Brothers – 13. I should finish it today.
Keep at it, boy. No doubt it is about time
for lunch and a couple errands. – Later, Dude. – Amorella
Mid-afternoon.
You had a couple of banks to go to and a light lunch of two Egg McMuffins and
dollar Cokes at McD’s. Presently you are under a large maple tree in the
north-central part of Rose Hill with the small Whitaker Mausoleum to your left.
Carol is on page 411 of The Last Judge by Grisham. The day is very
pleasant. Later this afternoon Carol and you will return so that she can take
her walk – partly cloudy skies with a nice breeze – a summer day with lake
breezes like at Kim and Paul’s in Cleveland’s University Heights.
1514
hours. I am curious as to how Brothers – 13 will conclude so I’m off to
complete it.
1540
hours. It is done.
Add and post when plausible. – Amorella
***
The
Brothers 13 ©2016, GMG.2, nfd, rho
“Jack
is a great dog,” comments Richard.
“He’s
my best buddy, bro. What are you reading?”
“A
new book to me, Rob. I picked it up at the library this morning.” He glances at
the cover, The Jesus Family Tomb.”
“Who’s
it by?”
“It’s
by a Jacobovici and Pellegrino. I did find something about James, the brother
of Jesus.”
“You
mention James in your book don’t you?”
“I
mention James in the Pouch section where Criteria meets Randolph or Rudolph,
something like that.”
“Hell,
Richie, his name is Renaldo. How can you forget your characters’ names?”
“Hell’s
bells, how can you remember them Rob? Why would you remember them anyway?”
“If
you forget the name of a character you made up it seems neither personal nor
professional of an author.”
Richard
ignored the comment. “Anyway, this book mentions that James’ original name is Jacob
in the Bible, and that it got lost in translation from Hebrew to Latin and to
Spanish. By the time the name got
to England Jacob was James.”
Robert
laughs, “It didn’t hurt that King James authorized another translation.”
Richard
grins, “No. I hadn’t thought that – good Robbie. Some translator at the time
got some royal brownie points by using James.” They both used the same short,
sarcastic clipped laugh understood in the depths of their beings, a laugh that
begins like a clap of air from the throat and quickly generates into a muttering
snicker rolling off the tip of the tongue. Dark humor seeps from the core of
the Greystone family – always has. He changes the subject. One of the focuses
of the book is on the discovery of Brother James’s bone box.
“I
thought the James bone box was a fake, that some guy forged the name on the
box,” said Robert.
“Yeah,
I think that’s right. Ten years from now they will have discovered evidence
showing that the people who proclaim the bone box is fake were duped by an
earlier archeological huckster who also thought it was. Anyone in their right
mind right doesn’t believe much of anything today.”
“On
that we agree, brother Richie. Belief is secondary to doubt.”
*
Richard
put the book down and pulled a page of notes from of his back pocket. “I
scribbled this down this morning. You know how people are trying to come up
with a Unified Theory in Physics.”
“Yeah,
Everything can be traced to one elementary particle or sub-particle or wave of
some sort. Something that will tie everything together, from sub-atomic gluons
to black holes and the elusive edge of the universe as we know it.”
“Well,
I came up with the Unified Theory of the Mind.”
“To
bring Merlyn’s dreams together?”
“No,
to bring all the three Great Merlyn’s
Ghost volumes together. I need a general theory that can unite the four
segments under one umbrella.”
Robert
smiled, “Open or shut?”
“Good,
Rob. Shut. I mean in the sense that it works within the new Merlyn context.”
“A
standard?”
“A
philosophical model,” declares Richard.
` “You
don’t need a philosophical model, Richie. All you need to do is bind each of
the three books, number them one, two and three and call it a trilogy as you
did with the first books that you now dismiss as drafts unready for publication.”
“Here’s
what I have so far, but I am not sure it covers everything.”
Robert
looks it over while Richard sits down smiling slightly while watching Jack in
peaceful slumber. “What a life,” he says, “pets with kind and loving owners
have it made.” His inner voice responds aloud, “God doesn’t think of us as
pets, that’s for sure.”
“Who
is that?” says Rob in surprise.
“That
is weird. I don’t know where that came from, plus I said it aloud.”
“It
didn’t even sound like you,” claims Robert, “you sounded like Grandpa.”
“Even
weirder,” responds Richard who immediately dismisses the event with a scratch
of his balding head. Conjecture runs
unconsciously electrical from brain cell to brain cell while Richard sighs and
considers –
Minds intuitively
understand discerning relationships on levels the physical brain cannot. The
mind retains an intuitive nature that mirrors basic but unspeakable truths.
Richard
laughs out loud and was about to say, ‘I hadn’t thought about that,’ but the
words that came out of his mouth were, “Well,” he pauses waiting for the words,
“in Merlyn’s dreams my Unifying Theory of
the Mind is a literal device and thus legally bound to these books alone.” Richie
thinks, ‘it’s in the margins, between the lines and beyond.’
Rob
quips, “The dreamer always has the
last word.” The brothers ensuing laughter sagaciously travels the silence in a delivered
darkness of twin humors. Both gray-haired men reckon simultaneously: ‘What does
this mean?’ 787 words
***
Carol is on page 448. The cemetery is quiet
in various hues of green and stone. The trees rise to the heavens while forever
rooted in earth. The perception of space between is perceptive. – Amorella
1548
hours. Sometimes I see this view as a solid, Amorella.
Sometimes you do, boy, and don’t have the
words for it. – Post when convenient. – Amorella
1628
hours. A solid has less space but not ‘no’ space. So, I now have the words. The
‘solid setting’ I conjectured-in-a-flash had space but it appeared impenetrable;
yet my mind was in the ‘betweens’. Intuitively, the outer shape of this flash
(after viewing a variety of shapes online) – it was an ellipsoid of revolution –
a stretched football shape from a side view. It appeared timeless thus to me it
was four dimensional in nature somewhat like a tesseract. Combine these two
images in a horizontal stretch.
Prolate Spheroid
1754 hours. The tesseract appeared in the flash image to almost be touching the spheroid -- the cemetery setting 'felt' as intuitively solid. The shape once thought through was something similar to what I am trying to demonstrate with the images -- it is the closest to what 'flashed-as-image' in my mind -- it 'felt solid'. - rho
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