22 November 2013

Notes - no inclination today

         2300 hours. I was a junior at Otterbein University and in the early afternoon fifty years ago today I was working part time at Norris’ Shoe Store in Uptown Westerville. The other clerk and I followed the news on the local CBS radio station WBNS. Quiet Disbelief were the watchwords in my mind for the next four days.

         Today I am older and this afternoon I bought an iPad Mini with Retina Display. I have yet to open the box.

         Carol and I visited the JFK gravesite on more than one occasion. Since that earlier date I have had a bit of hollowness within my heartansoulanmind. A small piece of me left in the back of Norris’ store as I listened to the radio that day.

         This afternoon I quite methodically bought an iPad Mini with Retina Display at the Kenwood Apple Store. I have yet to feel inclined to open the box.

         Fifty years to the day. Who would have thought?

         Post, boy. - Amorella

21 November 2013

Notes - human error / Dead 6 [final] draft / with a statement concluding

         Early afternoon.  You two ran errands and had lunch at Smashburgers. You are feeling better today after several days of low back pain. – Amorella

         1327 hours. My guess is that returning to Cincinnati weather and altitude had something to do with the uncomfortable arthritic hip joints, that and the cold front passing through as we drove on Sunday. I will feel better getting back into my exercises and writing. In some ways though it was rather nice taking a break. I am waiting for Carol who is in Hallmark Cards picking up something for Linda whose birthday was Tuesday. She’ll give it to her when they arrive Sunday. There s something about Carol’s disorganization that I find charmingly clumsy and innocently human at the same time. There is a culturally casually Brazilian approach to life that is very similar, at least in my mind.

         Mid-afternoon. You are about to go for a car reading/writing time. Presently Carol is putting leaves into bags that you had already raked into piles. You are thinking about the Brazilian Portuguese word ‘je to’ and how it is, to you, culturally untranslatable. Let’s see if we can work that into Dead Six.

         1619 hours. We spent an hour and a half working in the yard, raking and cleaning leaves from flower gardens and clearing out summer pots of now dead plants. Not the exercise I was expecting to do today, but physical movement is physical movement and lifting is lifting. It is in the fifties, which is certainly much better than working in the forties or thirties.

         You have begun work on Dead Six perhaps we’ll complete it tonight. You have this romantic thought that somehow humankind is missing a letter or two in its many standard and unorthodox alphabets of the world. The argument for this would be justified if a particular spelling would help solve some of the mysteries of the world as Mark Twain and Jimmy Buffet have said there is a great difference between lightning and lightning bug. Just so you know where you thoughts are coming from. And, of course the bugaboo of particular Biblical translations (as you remember from a religion class at Otterbein). There is a great difference in “Jesus walked in the water,” and “Jesus walked on the water.” What is that difference in ancient Hebrew and ancient Greek? Alas, you don’t remember those differences. Human error is certainly plausible to you, one who had judged many a human error in the thirty-seven years of reading students’ papers, gifted students and otherwise made the errors which were uncaught in proofreading. This makes you skeptical of any ‘valid’ translation from one language to another. Enough for now. Post. – Amorella

         1646 hours. I cannot imagine anyone in the world writing a correct direct translation from G---D or an Angel of G---D. Divine Intervention, some might say, but for the human translator to remain fully human (that is honest in heartansoulanmind) honest errors would be bound to happen. If the gift of Free Will is real this shows that the subject to error concept is very real. Would G---D then deny this gift in order to send a direct angelic message? It does not make sense when taking in objective descriptions of any human mind at work.

     2206 hours. I have 'rushed' into a completion of Dead Six.

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The Dead 6 © 2013, rho, [final] draft in GMG.One

         Merlyn soon found himself slipping into dreamtime, slipping into dreamtime, slipping, while lying between the rock and great Oak. On introspection Merlyn considers being dead a pleasant existence, no aches or pains unless I want them. All sensory data is psychosomatic. I think in my native Celtic tongue but when I want to be heard I appear to be understood by others in my presence. Irish, Latin, Greek, English, Norse are freely translatable from one to the other simultaneously from Ogham, the Celtic alphabet
             This alphabet has letters based on reasonably forked branches mimicking naturally forked tree branches. Merlyn’s sometimes kenning-like poetic thoughts produce the alpha-an-beta, and in this poesy not all the Ogham tree letters are known to humankind, and never were, and therein the mystery lies the hidden meaning. Once dead and now living Merlyn thinks, ‘I sound the poetry of the old letters which are heard by the Living by their eyes alone.’ In this sounding sense the dead within are but whispering to continually aging dilatable eyes. Considerations may be misconstrued even before translation. Swift do I see echoed incongruent lines, which were once the intimacy of the Bard’s great ear in Act I, scene iii. With these three lines below and unknowing an author, his plays or anything else but reason and imagination, recreate the entire work.

            “o, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
. . . and I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
 . . .       now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
 like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
 . . . o, woe is me,
to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!”

            Merlyn reviews the thin and narrowed black and white. “Some facts in the world are similar to the above literary forty-eight word slice and dice. One has the lines but no construction before or after. No context exists but a forty-eight word observation, a momentary reality; a sliced truth in one human being’s original moment. This is a human metaphor of the Big Bang, the Creation as we know it. What are the chances some other human would gather the correct coded lines before and after? What would be the pronounced purpose and meaning? Why such a creation of wordy stars each shining its own dynamics of light?”
             Merlyn continues, “A lot of people affected my living -- family, friends, acquaintances, and perceived enemies. People are not an indifference to me. Living or Dead each is a piece on the crystal board. Each is in herorhis own squared area of consciousness or lack of it. All have a shared square area of the same heavenly blue sky randomly decked with clouds of similar fluff.”
             Two friends float above the rest within my soul. Why? I have never known because some friends are older, better known and deeper within. Living druidesses they were. Each snaked and coiled her way around my very soul or so I feel this is so, still.
             Brigit of Iona was a human reincarnate of the earlier Brigit, who was thought by some to be a goddess. She was not. She was a female sage, a physician and a smith as was her druidic father, who also had been a physician and a smith. I was placed to dangle on the bottom of her moon silver charm bracelet. She stirred my fiery passions into her hot and throaty caldron and had the summary of my Celtic faith for an immediate dinner.
             The second was Vivian who designed a silver and golden brooch to capture my reason with the heavy breathing in and out through her tangling net of erotic charms. A crystallized madness she became in my imagination alone. I never touched her nor her me. No need to touch when she was already a haunt beneath my boneless bag. I was a sorry sack of skin with Vivian.
             Both women were equally a damnable pleasant witchery. Priestess Brigit and Priestess Vivian druidically placed me, Merlyn, a once shining jewel, into a rolled leathery piece of ancient pre-Celtic phylactery. Scroll-like I was wound and unwound from mind to soul and soul to heart. Unthinkingly we became a spiritual ménage à trois.
              Merlyn peered into the elementary considerations of his being included in the highest first order of druidic shamans. The same druidic hierarchical setting in which he would also place Brigit and Vivian, a position off the board, Betweeners who are Elsewhere. We were off the Board, a trinity of consciousness outside this Creation of Light and Thought. Outside, the whisper of missing letters and words set a chant for uncharted dreamlands. Each segment a missing letter to a word unknown to humankind.
778 words
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            Tomorrow you may think differently, but then how unusual is that even if you attempt to mimic the Bard. Post. - Amorella

             2209 hours. I understand my intent of this selection but the delivery comes unknown.

20 November 2013

Notes - two day's worth / a well placed simple truth

19 November 13         

Mid-afternoon. Take home Penn Station and a pack of chips for lunch then to the post office with letters out as well as Doug’s book returned. You and Carol just talked to Kim and tomorrow you are taking Ellie and their trip goods up for a drop off and then early lunch out and you’re returning home because they have an appointment in the early afternoon. Tentatively, early next Tuesday morning you are all leaving for Westerville and dropping off Jen’s car at Mary Lou’s. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame opens at ten. You will also stop at On the Rise for cookies. Once back to Westerville where you are dropping off Linda, Jean and Jen you are going to Kim and Paul’s for Tuesday and Wednesday night, then Thursday afternoon Linda and the others will leave with you. Friday mornings they will leave for Tampa. Busy family national holiday times. – Amorella

20 November 13

         Today you returned Ellie to Kim, Paul and the boys, then took Kim and Paul to lunch at Polaris. Kim and Paul had an early afternoon appointment with their realtor and contractor. Once home you had a nap then watched a few shows between left over soup for supper. You are feeling somewhat detached from writing – both blog and book. Here is the reason. We have to return to the 14 November posting and your list in reference to the book Doug lent you. - Amorella

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“You have completed Daniel Tammet’s Thinking in Numbers and here is a list you compiled on a piece of Stick-um-Note to read again:

 147 – on the unconscious and dreams; 153 – hopscotch as a literary structure (akin to how the Merlyn books are structured); 167 – money and the Greeks – Tammet sees no way to create a social order in which there are no poor; 170 – the distribution of wealth, usually in societies 20 percent or higher hold most of the wealth, the rest digresses downward; 173 – Tolstoy’s short story: “How Much Land Does a Man Need” is mentioned but the conclusion is not mentioned; which is, only enough to bury him; 189 – chess, you enter the dark forest with another (in your move, your strategy) and only one may return; I take this as good advice and also see the deeper meaning of learning from one’s mistakes to better grasp the game; 192 – chess is like conversation in terms of how it is conducted; 208 – morality tables do not take into account one of the most important aspects of life, variation is the essence (of survival of the species) not statistics; and 228 – metaphors are the essence of mathematical thought.”

14 November posting
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         You realized upon completing Tammet’s book that your concept of the economic world of the marsupial humanoids would not work with human beings, that human beings don’t have the humanity for the concept because they do not have the environmental or genetic conditioning to accept the concept that they are basically children who never mature to the point of giving up pride and greed for the greater good. – Amorella

         2248 hours. I feel I have made a grave mistake in not recognizing the species for what it is. The basic human Christian concept may work in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither but the Earthlings will not have any of it because it is ‘foreign’ to our nature – one-up-man-ship, competition, the basic laws of survival on this planet. As Merlyn would say, “It is a dream.”

         Boy, you can’t get a fiction more realistic than this. Post. - Amorella

         2258 hours. You're wit twists a smile, Amorella. Of course it is a dream. I wish it were real, that's all. 

          No, boy. Not really. You are not the fool you think you are and you are not the wise man you wish yourself to be. 

         It is nice to read a simple truth now and then. Thank you, Amorella, for providing a little nonfiction to the posting.  (2312)

18 November 2013

Notes - 'Really?'

         Early afternoon. After unpacking and working in and around the house in the morning you and Carol ran some errands and had lunch at Chipotle/Panera and you are presently in the Kroger parking lot at Cox and Tylersville Roads waiting for Carol and essential groceries.

         1334 hours. People have on their fall jackets/clothing as there are still some occasional gusty winds in a mostly sunny sky with assorted white‘ dots’ of cumulus like so many corks in a the atmosphere above. I don’t know why I’m thinking about the bobbing ‘cork’ and who might be ‘fishing’ for whom.

         We had a good safe vacation with the only foul-up, getting lost (with GPS no less) and missing seeing Jim and Jeanne. It was raining with light fog and crowded highways when we drove the east side. The car’s GPS told us to turn where we did (onto Eisenhower from 475) Jim had said to go to Carter I think). Anyway. we were heading east some five or six miles. Nothing seemed right so we got off and called only no one picked up the cell phone number we had. I left a note and after a few minutes of hopelessness and location disorientation (this is a very, very rare occurrence to me) we left but I really didn’t get re-acclimated for about another hundred miles. First, the GPS took us to I-20 into downtown Atlanta. I thought we were further north than we were, then we were five lanes on the wrong side to take the POV short cut route. It wasn’t until later that I was downright embarrassed by my actions. Jim and Jeanne appeared forgiving on the phone but I need to write them an apology. Next time we’ll meet at their house or I’ll need to really study the place we meet more closely. I assumed too much detail to the GPS, one I am still getting accustomed to.

         Mid-afternoon. You bought fuel and Carol figured you got 35.7 miles per gallon. The car’s computer averages in the 37.0 range. Overall, you could casually say you got 36 miles per gallon. What do you think? – Amorella

         1506 hours. Isn’t this a lie, Amorella? I got 35.7 at the pump but the car computer says I got 37. Wouldn’t it just be better to say this and let it go?

         For a boy who says he’s mostly fiction you are being a bit fussy don’t you think? – Amorella

         Life is complicated. I think I need a nap.

         You did not have a nap; however you did wash the car with some good polishing after and you and Carol had the first seasonal treat of Graeter’s peppermint ice cream with pieces plus a dollop of hot fudge on top. – Amorella

         2055 hours. We watched two White Collars, one Bluebloods and one Modern Family all from October as well as the NBC News. Doug sent me a science article on the Higgs but what attracted me more was this last section of the article.

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Stephen Hawking Says Not Finding Higgs Boson Would Be 'More Interesting'

LiveScience  |  By Denise Chow
Posted: 11/16/2013 9:42 am EST  |  Updated: 11/16/2013 9:47 am EST

. . . In addition to talking about the discovery of the Higgs particle, Hawking discussed some of the other theories he hopes will be probed by scientists at CERN.
One is supersymmetry, a popular theory based on the idea that all of the known subatomic particles have "superpartner" particles that have yet to be observed. If these superpartners do exist, scientists could begin to explain some of the most enigmatic riddles in physics, such as the nature of dark matter, which is an invisible substance thought to make up a quarter of the universe. Scientists think dark matter may be composed of as-yet-undetected supersymmetric particles.
"I think the discovery of supersymmetric partners for the known particles would revolutionize our understanding of the universe," Hawking said.
From Huffington Post
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         2106 hours. Supersymmetry is composed to too much anthropomorphically built drama. It reminds me of twinning and Ira Levin’s The Boys from Brazil. I don’t think mathematics created the universe, even by accident. I would rather wonder about the ‘Cause of the Accident’ itself. It is a language problem. Physics is sometimes a problem with vocabulary getting in the way of ‘accidental meaning’ and/or ‘possible intent’ or lack of it.

         Are you saying that being alive and/or being dead infers accidental meaning? – Amorella

         2118 hours. I am. In the same way I dress the Big Bang with dark humor I think the concept of physics sometimes dresses matter with mathematics. The fun is trying to figure things out with tools of our own creation. Our mental tools are open to suspect and if nothing else our tools slant our argument from objective observation. The ‘Observer’ [Reality] may never “know” our observation and, as such cannot be ‘changed’ by being observed. Observing through the glass darkly may fail to discover what the glass actually is composed of.

         You are rattling on, boy. You are attempting to cause a wake without defining what the prop is. Post. – Amorella

         I am not sure I follow you Amorella.

         Really? - Amorella

15 November 2013

Notes - McD's Madeira Beach

         Very late afternoon. Today was for relaxing with rain outside. Mostly you packed in pieces of time or napped after taking a pain pill for arthritic pain centered in the hip joints. You had a late lunch at Daiquiri Shak (favorite chicken-yellow rice) wraps and sweet potato fries. Carol has left over for supper and you have half a left over Cuban from last night. You did stop (at Carol’s insistence) at Dockside Dave’s for take out desserts (two pieces of grandma’s (of owner) homemade Key Lime pie with a unique chocolate coated graham cracker crust). Yum, yum. Then over to McD’s where you checked email and Carol read on her new book. Drop in yesterday’s photo of the relaxing McD spot, as the weather was better. - Amorella

McDonalds parking - Madeira Beach

         1713 hours. At the end of the pier stretching beyond the tables on the deck one can barely discern the red M’D flag. At times the flag was flying straight out from the easterly gusts. Lower right is the left rear view mirror. The railing for the steps (middle of left frame) is the walkway up to the McDonalds. It is a very charming place to sit and read or write. While it is not the Gulf of Mexico it is not a typical southwest Ohio setting either. The Gulf is just beyond the taller buildings framed on the left side of the palm.

         Perhaps you will find the time to work on Chapter Six tonight/tomorrow, perhaps not. Later, old man. Post. - Amorella


14 November 2013

Notes - morning dolphins and other matters / Tammet completed /

         0853 The sky is mostly clear and cool and a pod of dolphin are merrily playing their way north about twenty to thirty feet off shore. At least two of the five or six are young – three to four feet in length. Fun to watch. About a hundred yards out was another swimming north. And, another pod about fifty yards out is swimming south. The water is a lot calmer than yesterday and it is suppose to be in the upper seventies today rather than 68 to 70 for the high yesterday. Wow. One adult swimming north is only about ten feet from the shoreline. I don’t think I have ever seen one closer. Very cool. A few people are out walking in long pants and jackets or sweatshirts. The doors were closed last night and we miss the sounds of the surf – too quiet, more like home (not that we don’t like it that way at home). I am opening the sliding door slightly. Four more people going by, this time with shorts and a few in short sleeves. The air is still cooler but love the sound of water hitting the sand and casual small shell [puddle-like] packings along the sand-stretched way. Carol is out of the shower and soon we will be off for a morning treat at Dunkin Donuts (a national company that is a real local favorite in this area). As the sun rises higher the water shifts to a more solidified greenish blue – reminds me of the Key colors moving out to Key West. Such is the Florida we love.

         Later, dude. Post. - Amorella


         Late morning. You are sitting a McD’s dock enjoying the scenery while Carol is on page 501 of the Jack Bleacher book, A Wanted Man. The flags are blowing straight under an easterly wind and you are watching numerous gulls vying for McD leftovers on the patio end (five tables and two trash cans) of the very clean dock and pier. – Amorella

         1140 hours. We washed the car (it still has water spots but at least the salt and subsequent grime is off. You park in a beach area and this is an expectation you live with. Once home and after the Ohio rains forecast for Sunday and Monday I’ll get it cleaned up. Carol has already begun packing some things. We have to be out by ten on Saturday. I assume we are taking Linda and Bill out for either lunch or supper then leaving first thing Sunday morning. We should be in by eleven Sunday night. We are relaxing and enjoying what we love to experience once, twice or even three times a year. If we lived here it wouldn’t be the same. Where would we go for the vegetation beside further south to Key West?  (That wouldn’t be all that bad.)

         I cannot imagine what the Dead might do for pleasure. This is about as good as it gets in taking a practical vacation. We enjoy traveling too – hope to go on a trip out to the Pacific northwest sometime in the next year or so with Craig and Alta but that is a different sort of experience. We are sitting under the shade of a young thirty foot southern oak with five palm trees to our left and two palm to our north along with other assorted mid-Florida flora and subtropical foliage.

         You bring up a point not established in the books. From my perspective the ‘vacation like treat and pleasure’ would be addressed by whom you establish contact with and the pleasures of meeting new acquaintances as well as old established friends – much of what one might experience in the best of a two or three day high school and/or college reunion. Carol just completed her book and has a new one to take its place David Baldacci’s Split Second.

         Later. You have completed Daniel Tammet’s Thinking in Numbers and here is a list you compiled on a piece of Stick-um-Note to read again:

 147 – on the unconscious and dreams; 153 – hopscotch as a literary structure (akin to how the Merlyn books are structured); 167 – money and the Greeks – Tammet sees no way to create a social order in which there are no poor; 170 – the distribution of wealth, usually in societies 20 percent or higher hold most of the wealth, the rest digresses downward; 173 – Tolstoy’s short story: “How Much Land Does a Man Need” is mentioned but the conclusion is not mentioned; which is, only enough to bury him; 189 – chess, you enter the dark forest with another (in your move, your strategy) and only one may return; I take this as good advice and also see the deeper meaning of learning from one’s mistakes to better grasp the game; 192 – chess is like conversation in terms of how it is conducted; 208 – morality tables do not take into account one of the most important aspects of life, variation is the essence (of survival of the species) not statistics; and 228 – metaphors are the essence of mathematical thought.

         1441 hours. The above notes are what I remember from those pages. They are more than I noted (usually a word or two besides the page number).

         This is a better way for you to take notes, boy. They are more personal and direct. – Amorella

         I sit here in the doorway to the balcony because otherwise i cannot sit in the chair, which had a large table on which to set the laptop. The sun is warmer and the clouds scattered. It may be a better sunset (or perhaps not) but after Linda (and perhaps Bill also) arrives we my go to supper. We had lunch at the Frog Pond for the first time. It was good, expense and alas northern in its diet. We shall not return soon I suspect. (1449)

         You have re-rooted yourself within the confines of the bedroom and shut the door to within a foot of closing to escape the glare. Linda will no doubt arrive shortly. Carol is taking a short nap on the bed after the balcony sun bathing and a quick shower. Post and continue to think on how this book will be helpful to you in your books. - Amorella


13 November 2013

Notes - a trip to SCC / If you were an Angel of G---D

         Mid-afternoon. Late morning you drove I-275 to Ybor City and headed south towards Pier 7 docking then east to U.S. Rt. 41 and south to Gibsonton (a one time famous sideshow wintering town for the Ringling Brothers Circus) and east to I-75 and south to Sun City Center. We drove by with lots of family memories (in Mom and Dad Hammond’s house) in the St. Andrews subdivision near S.R. 301 on the east side of town. SCC is a retirement town that has continued to grow tremendously since the Hammond’s built there in 1979. You stopped at a local Subway for lunch before returning to Madeira Beach. – Amorella

         1549 hours. I am happy to see that we got over 40 miles per gallon on the trip over and back. Just this morning my friend Rich Grimsley who owns a 2013 Prius was asking how the mileage is. The M/G is very delicate, jumping up and down for every slight rise or drop in the highway. And, I have noticed that the mileage appears to average better by just turning the cruise control ‘on’ whether it is set or not. Presently I have some reading to do. The skies are partly cloudy and it is cooler, in the mid to high sixties; still enjoyable weather. Carol suggested that tomorrow morning while it is cool we head to the nearest Dunkin Donut and try their holiday treats (already out) – she’s thinking of peppermint hot chocolate. That ought to be fun. Linda is coming over tomorrow afternoon also, and we will hit the pool, as it will have warmed up some by then.

         Post. – Amorella


        1945 hours. Page 89 of Thinking in Numbers chapter, “Are We Alone” begins a good quotation from Roman poet Lucretius’s On the Nature of Things.

         “Since space lies empty and infinite in all directions and since atoms in countless numbers fly every which way through its furthest reaches . . . it is utterly unrealistic to think that ours are the only world and sky to have been born and that so many atoms outside our world are doing nothing . . . there are other worlds in other parts of the universe, different races of humans and species of animals.”

         I read the rest of the chapter but this pretty much says it all to me about finding alien species in the universe.

         On the bottom of page 145 and continuing on the next page of a chapter titled, “A Novelist’s Calculus” – Tolstoy in this case – Daniel Tammet suggests – “. . . like any event in time – cannot be understood with prior assumptions, rules and theories. Everything has its moment, its context. Earlier, in one state, you began this essay, and now later on you finish it in another. What do you think? I cannot tell you. In everyone and everything, the process of change always asserts its own meaning.”

         You are writing down things you agree with, things that reinforce your own conclusions, old man. What can be learned from this? – Amorella

         2009 hours. My old colleague at Escola Graduada ‘Graded’, the math chair and a well-known chess champion in Brazil, Vladimir Rodionoff, used to say to me that one learns to play chess in the losing, not in the winning. You are right. As I read through these chapters in Thinking in Numbers I am finding myself less interested. He is making points but the similarity in each chapter’s efforts is beginning to bore me.

         When I think about this, in itself, I need to watch that my similarities in each chapter of the book do not tire the reader. I have not thought about this before (at least I cannot remember thinking from this perspective). I thought by keeping each chapter of Great Merlyn’s Ghost tight with four sub-units tightly written greater clarity would materialize.

         Read the rest of the book but do not write any more in part. Note a page or two to refer to later but move on. You do the enlightening; don’t let Daniel Tammet do it. Do you understand where I am coming from, boy? – Amorella

         2032 hours. I am arrogant in my thinking. I want to write something that matters, that makes a difference in the reader’s mind just like I wanted to make a difference in my students’ minds. This afternoon we saw a homeless person on the beach; he had the appearance of a homeless person in any case. Carol suggested he was sick, I thought he was trying to sleep in spite of the cold winds. Carol wanted me to take him some money to buy food with. I did not want to do this but I do not understand why I didn’t because I would not have minded giving him a twenty if I thought it would help him. I didn’t do it though and in the wait until my conscious got the better of me and I went to the balcony door – and he was gone. Who knows what happened to him. I am sure a twenty would have helped. I am angry with myself. I feel we are put here to learn to help one another, this is the way people naturally feel better about themselves. It is spiritual not materialistic. I’m done ranting.

         You were about to write ‘sorry’ but did not. You are sorry. You are mostly sorry because you do not think you make any difference in anyone’s life today. You don’t challenge anyone to think and grow but yourself (through the books and blog). You debate even adding a photo of tonight’s sunset because the photo (usually with iPhoto enhancement) is the way you see the sunset not the way others watching would see it. Do you have a problem with my words here boy? – Amorella’        

         2047 hours. No. In some ways though my photos of the sunsets are dishonest. I see things such as sunsets with a vividness; slightly askew from objective reality.

         Tonight let’s conclude with both, the enhanced reality first, then the shot as it was. I’ll choose the photo. – Amorella

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13 N 13 – enhanced sunset



13 N 13 unenhanced sunset

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         My question is: why would you continue to choose the enhanced photo? – Amorella

         2100 hours. It is more real.

         Were you dead and I were an Angel of G---D standing before you which sunset photo would you choose boy? Amorella

         2103 hours. The one that is more real even though I could not articulate what makes it more real to me. If you were an Angel of G---D what I would say would not be more real than what you as an Angel of G---D would hear.


         Use the title you have. Post. - Amorella