Mid-morning. You had your exam this morning
and there are no problems with the stomach band itself; it is neither too loose
nor too tight. No other problems except aberrations in the lower esophagus.
Tomorrow you can pick up the final on a disk (at the hospital) for Paul. Jill
will be coming shortly. Errands to run and places to go, plus Carol is going to
walk at the community center. – Amorella
1100
hours. I am going to work on Grandma 14 while Carol is in walking. The car
windows are down and it is already hot – too far to pick up Tri-Health WiFi
service, bummer.
I see you have a problem – the characters
have been transverse. This has to be thoroughly checked out. Time for a break.
- Amorella
You drove
over to the new Liberty Centre shopping mall about three miles northwest from
the house on the west side of I-75. You were surprised to see a new Graeter’s
so you broke it in with two chocolate sodas, which were excellent. So, you have
three Graeter’s Ice Cream Stores within five miles of the house. – Amorella
1245
hours. Who would have thought this is even possible. The sodas were lunch. I
going to have to go over the text – it appears I have to change the afternoon dinner
to Lord Robert and Lady Allowyn’s. I need to use the box and the oak table as
threads to their genealogies – nothing else appears that important. The two
women are cousins but another Allowyn babe with Sir Geoffrey as the secret
father brings a closer connection, especially if the love child is directly
linked to Robert and Richard Greystone as well as to the Bleacher girls, Connie
and Cyndi. The whole idea stems from the fact that Carol and I share a
grandfather from the 14th century according to Carol’s Uncle John’s
DNA and my DNA, both tests from Oxford Ancestry. Of course it would be
coincidence, but I don’t believe so and neither does Carol, nor my mother and
her mother who were best friends from their pre-school days through college. I
have a stronger belief in accidental meetings and accidental genetics; however
sometimes (anywhere with humans anywhere in the world) I am not so sure. I
wouldn’t call it a Divine Plan (shunning my Presbyterianism here) but sometimes
matter are allowed to happen as a matter of course. Nature is ruthless for
procreation but accident may be this transcendental existentialist’s point of
view, accident within the shadow of an unseen Angel or a naturally deeper Force
from before the universe ever lit in its birth. Something a bit brighter, but
still akin to these words from Melville’s Moby Dick.
** **
"Starbuck,
of late I've felt strangely moved to thee; ever since that
hour we both saw--thou know'st what, in one another's eyes. But
in this matter of the whale, be the front of thy face to me as the palm of this
hand--a lipless, unfeatured blank. Ahab is forever Ahab, man. This whole act's immutably decreed. 'Twas
rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before this ocean rolled. Fool! I am the Fates' lieutenant; I act under orders. Look thou,
underling! that thou obeyest mine.--Stand round men, men.
Ye
see an old man cut down to the stump; leaning on a shivered lance; propped up
on a lonely foot. 'Tis Ahab--his body's part; but
Ahab's soul's a centipede, that moves upon a hundred legs. I
feel strained, half-stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates
in
a gale; and I may look so. But ere
I break, yell hear me crack; and
till ye hear that, know that Ahab's hawser tows his purpose yet. Believe ye, men, in the things
called omens?
Chapter 134, Moby Dick
** **
1442
hours. The lines: “This whole act's
immutably decreed. 'Twas rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before this ocean
rolled”, are beyond truth’s
shadow, at least this is how I see our setting, our reality, in this multi-dimensional
universe we find life for ourselves to make discoveries small and large, each
in our own heartansoulanmind looking out other living figures much shaped like
our own physics. Who’s to say Melville did not hit on a metaphorical truth that
science cannot absolve? – rho
Melville’s lines strike magic and mold you
shaman-like to dance around a fire of words for good or ill. For you, like it
or not, see the great white whale as an Angel of G-D and twist the story to
meet your personal commitment to challenge the Beyond to a truth you feel
beyond your bones but cannot see rectified in the physics of the living world.
Is this not so, boy? – Amorella
1453 hours. I hear thunder in your words above, Amorella,
but striking out is not my way, I am no Ahab, no Fate’s lieutenant. I do not
act under orders. I am nonfiction. I am lonely for but a smattering of a G-D
before and beyond all things save heartsansoulsanminds. In times of such a
moment as this, I see myself standing on no ground at all. I forget I am alive
and thus as dead, find myself secure and writing to the heavens and beyond.
1628 hours.
I appreciate that my words can be honestly shouted, and I further appreciate
the returning silence. How I appear within as here (physically) and not here
(heartansoul) during such times is beyond my understanding. This does not make
such shouting at the heavens unreal though. Reality has a framework we cannot
see or envision – that’s my take. – rho
You are sometimes unmasked, boy. Your short
bout of writing to the heavens and beyond is such a time. You want something
real to think about watch the news tonight. The doctor did call to say your esophagus
and stomach band are fine. Later. Post. – Amorella
2018 hours. We
watched ABC, NBC and BBC-America. News reality is similar almost every day. The
format and presentations rarely change. The news themes rarely change. Why is
this that we rarely change either? Is it our format, our bodies and minds that
direct us onto habitual paths? Rarely our hearts and souls move us, but this is
where the change really is – in our heartsansouls. Why is this? And, who leads,
the heart or the soul? Does it make any difference, which one leads? Is it a
mix, a combination of heart and soul and mind that makes the difference?
Later, dude, but this is enough for tonight.
Post. - Amorella
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