Revelations Chapter Six

I have recently realized that due to no one is interacting with my blog, I am tempted to say what is inside my mind.  Which, for most people probably is a good thing, but not a good idea for me.  The words I write in my book do not flow.  They are chewed on, and then said.  And probably wrong even after all the chewing.

I get the feeling that I must justify everything I say.  I suppose that is what is so great about writing, as there is no need to justify anything if the character is believable.

As always, enough of my drifting and on to chapter six.  After chapter five, with it’s undercurrent of insults towards part of humanities treatment to crime and nature – I seem to have landed on Evylin’s dad explaining to her a certain concept of love.

I very rarely show an insight into Evylin’s private world, but in this one chapter I do.

The chapter starts with a synopsis of what I think is the political attitude towards progress and how segregation is dressed in a beautiful white dress.  I always read the chapters again before I make comments and I must admit, in those few paragraphs where I talk about how the foundations were created, I have hit the nail on the head, with the way we are being fed information.

Naturally, I could be wrong – it’s nice to be wrong, sometimes.

The chapter appears to be about Evylin’s school project, for which she has chosen Astral Projection. I must admit personally I am a cynic about such things, although, saying this, I must admit to having what felt like an out of body experience with my very own Evylin, (my secret love that no one will ever know about- smile).  The chapter very gently touches on the idea of respect- as in the way we describe people- derogative names that we take for granted – the example I use is when Evylin says ‘it’s just, well, everyone says Morlock.’

I do not then get carried away, or fight the good fight and wave the flag for discrimination – what I am writing is a story and not a podium – I carry on with what I personally find an interesting subject: What is love?  If any of you are like myself, by this time in the book you have forgotten what ISL stands for (I had to think about it – induced state of Love – chapter four oops) Evylin’s father tries to show the difference between ISL and real love, by arguing that although the scientists have proven love is a simple chemical reaction, it might be something more.  It might be our spirit.

Here, there is a very good chance that I could clash with religions as they tend to believe the spirit is a complete living being that will go to heaven after death, when in fact, it might just be what we call love, and not a chemical compound.

Personally, I am very tired of chemical compounds – those that I have had have been like sugar and have dissolved with the first downpour.

 As you can see, I’m an old romantic fool.  A boomer actually, as my daughter would say, and of course she’s right because she’s the next generation, and they know better… (shouldn’t this phrase be they know more?)  But she is right.  I wouldn’t fit in her age group.  I want a chemical compound that is as dense as lead – it’s not going to happen – but it is what I want.


Anyway, to make a long story short, her dad indicates that this feeling of love might be what people refer to as the human spirit.

I then carry on with the story and have Evylin find George by Astral Projection.  I love when my circles are complete.  I hate making them, as it does not come naturally to me.  Maybe it does – and natural means really having to think about something.

Anyway, this week’s explanation of a chapter is written in the style that I think.  If it does not flow or seem obvious to you what I am trying to say – enjoy the moment – I have this state of confusion all the time.  My thoughts don’t come out in an organized fashion.  I do my best though, not only to bring them out, but try my best to have them make sense to you – they always make sense to me.

By edwardholden

I have been lots of things to many people. Some nice, and some... well not so nice. Now I am older and less worried about what people think of me. My past is colorful, sad and happy. Filled with lots of unique people. I have been blessed in this way. I have walked with people in all walks of life, and I have loved each journey, and each and everyone of them. Now, I write. It is a new road. It is not a highway or a crossroad. It leads me somewhere though, and as I have always spent my life travelling, this suits me fine.

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