Nearly noon. You are waiting for Rich G. and Dave W. at the New Krishna
on Route 42 in Sharonville. - Amorella
1156 hours. It has been awhile since we were here, and I haven't seen
either one since.
Earlier you spent about
twenty minutes digging your MacBook software innards trying successfully to
bring back your Internet. - Amorella
1202 hours. I finally figured it out. I don't jump into these things
that often.
You have been home half
an hour or so. You had good conversation
with Rich and Dave along with a good Indian lunch. Carol is on the phone with
Linda as they are having their wills updated today. You are thinking about
heading down to Best Buy for a lookabout.
1812 hours. I took a much needed nap instead. This is one of the subtle
aspects of aging. I have needed naps since 1979.
You had an egg salad
sandwich and a few chips for supper while watching NBC News, then ABC News,
then the first episode of the "Bosch" third season on Amazon Prime
followed by the first half of "Rachel Maddow" on MSNBC before Carol
headed upstairs to read and you turn it off and cleaned the kitty litter box,
one of your few self-prescribed daily chores. - Amorella
2141 hours. You are very good at describing my day, Amorella
I am because although
you woke up debating whether you are presently an "existential
transcendentalist" or a "transcendental existentialist". -
Amorella
2143 hours. Right, I did that thinking about how I resolve these
things hypothetically, by asking myself the question alone before an Angel of
G-D. I do this because I want an honest answer to who I am. I don't revel
in this, I need the question resolved.
This is the crux of a
seemingly deep seated question between your heart and soul, not your mind. -
Amorella
2148 hours. Another surprise. I didn't ask here because I wasn't
thinking about it. Why would you say this is an argument between heart and soul
and not mind? I would assume that it was an underlying argument between either
heart and mind or soul and mind -- although seeing this in front of me I cannot
image having an argument between soul and mind because I would acquis my soul
having a quality of reasoning powers greater than my mind. I can imagine such
an argument; however, a common argument between heart and soul has a greater
sense of common humanity in it. The heart can take on the soul; a mind can take
on a heart; but a mind cannot take on the soul. (2158)
This above example of
thinking shows you to be what, an existential transcendental or a
transcendental existentialist? - Amorella
2159 hours. I don't know. I hadn't thought about it until I read it. I'm
not even sure it makes sense in context.
2201 hours. If the mind cannot take on the soul then I am an
existentially oriented transcendentalist. The soul rules the mind; the humanity
in the heart raises the bar and allows heartfelt reason alone to argue with the
soul. I am therefore, at present in my mind, an existential transcendentalist.
- rho (2205)
This is how and who you
are. Your heartanmind can take on your soul; your mind alone cannot.
Grammatically, you cannot truthfully change the order of heartanmind.
Mindanheart is not a personal reality. Do you agree? - Amorella
2211 hours. I agree. Heartanmind is. Mindanheart is not.
Post. - Amorella
2212 hours. I resolved something tonight, something I had not considered
since morning.
You needed no
hypothetical Angel of G-D here, orndorff. All you needed was for me to present
the question in such a way that you could resolve it for yourself. - Amorella
2214 hours. Whoa, Amorella. Your comment sounds almost blasphemous.
Why, boy? You are the
one first suggesting a hypothetical Angel of G-D not me. - Amorella
2218 hours. Indeed. I had not thought. I went back and underlined what I
had said (to myself). What I said was untrue. I do not think/debate with a
hypothetical Angel of G-D present. These internal debates are with, in my
heartansoulanmind, an Angel of G-D. This is the real reason I am an existential
transcendentalist. - rho
Now you can post with
self-honest without a hint of arrogance. - Amorella
2225 hours. You leave me alone, wordless.
You are not alone, boy. You
are enwrapped in your heartansoulanmind. Let that be a lesson to you. -
Amorella
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