Saturday, November 22, 2008
Remembrance
He awoke early, upon a Saturday morning. In truth, his body merely thought it had to get up and go to work. As he lay in bed he told himself that it was Saturday because yesterday had been Friday. Acting accordingly, he made his way to the garage and took up station in his smoking chair. It was the place he sat while he did his best work, often while smoking a cigar or a pipe.
The garage had been cold because the outside temperature was a few degrees below freezing. The temperature in the garage in winter is always somewhere between the inside house temperature and the outside house temperature.
As he sat in his smoking chair he surfed hither and yon, inside his computer and upon the Internet. He came to a point of pause in his working to reflect upon why he was in such a frenetic hurry to find something to do with his time.
He thought about writing; he thought about writing about one’s self from a lofty place in the third person. Should he gather pen and journal for a hand writing and drawing experience or should he use his computer and maybe blog a writing for the day. Blog it was. And then he stopped. The inspiration for the writing had disappeared.
November 22, 1963 had been a school day, Friday. As he stood in line waiting to put lunch on his tray, the loud speaker had carried the announcement that John Kennedy had been shot. He remembered his feeling of shock and disbelief. His body shuddered for a brief moment as the memory reclaimed him. When he closed his eyes he could almost become that thirteen year old boy again. In those days he had first experienced death. First John Kennedy had been killed and then his beloved grandmother had died.
He had only known his grandmother for a few years and now she was gone. He witnessed the family grief. He had wept and clung to his father for support. His mother had sat with her brothers and sisters because it was their mother who had died. The seven children, Art, Alice, Ruth, Helen, Irene, Phylis, and John sat together. The boy stood with his father and his father’s brothers.
During times of body feeling remembrance, those who had died live again, inside of him. It is as if his body played host to a soul drop of a departed soul.
Whether one believes in God or not is quite beside the point of human life. To the young one must speak as if God exists or be silent. The point of God existence in human life is to create a way of the soul feeling separated from self and elevated unto the divine. The imaginary belief in God serves a necessary purpose in everyday human soul life. To live life as if God exists is better than to thinking, speaking, or doing as if God did not exist.
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Writing is about simply opening the body and letting the words flow from the fingertips. That’s where the problems arise. Nobody can write everything perfectly unless they are copying some pre-written work. The writing process involves correcting mistakes. One difference between writing on the computer and writing with a pen is that the computer permits quick editing. Writers speak of the personified muse giving rise to the upwelling of information from deep in the subconscious. The subconscious tends to operate of its own accord. The key to raw writing is to let the pen flow wherever it wills. The same can be done upon the computer.
Being unable to touch type is a handicap for a writer. It is important to be able to read what one has written in order to construct a proper sentence. having to look at the keyboard cause one to have to write the sentence as best remembered. Being able to look at the screen while typing helps in sentence construction.
While it may be true that hand writing is slower that touch typing into a computer, hand writing forces the writer to pay attention to proper sentence construction. Computer writing permits easy editing and writing error repair. The best trick to computer writing ever invented, is the dual opening of the final document and an associated outtakes file. This technique permits the writer a quick emotional release by allowing them to cut poorly written material out of the final document and drop it into the outtakes. The alternative is to invest additional time editing material that may even be off topic
Let me contrast the above two hours computer time with the twenty minutes handwriting below. Of the time invested thus far, which is of better service to humanity.
1) the above computer writing
2) the below handwriting
3) the artful blending of 1) and 2)
4) the patent rights claimed in the name of Peace Engine™ Automata (PEA™) License
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