Lazy Sunday
Lazy Sunday in the DreamTime Place. A casual comment about the coming birthday of the Great Scientist, Charles Darwin, led us into wonderfully long philosophical enquiries about questions that have no answers. 
Like mountain climbers scaling vertical walls, we went far beyond reality digging our pitons of talk into solid conjectural rock far above the clouds of verifiable fact. We talked about leptons and bosons and neutrinos and muons and gluons and quarks and went as far as the Higgs theory would allow and came back down debating our competing theories about brain and mind - whether the mind is simply a compartment in the brain or whether, my view, that the brain functions as a radio-set that turns on and off and changes frequencies and volumes as it brings in signals from the great mind without.
We talked about Sufism and Theravada and Mahayana Buddhism, and their various sub-disciplines. All this as Johnsy Gonzales softly played the pan flute and recorder to the “Whisper” and Phil Coulter led his group through “Scottish Tranquility”, and there was talk of Stephan Hawking and Exoplanets and cloud computing, eventually coming down to whether or not we could even refer to “classical” music or whether we should call that works “concert” music.
The gals worked a puzzle while the Olé Goaté and I took care of most of these significantly important matters, only occasionally we would refer questions to them for clarification concerning anatomy, or mental health.
As the evening warmed up to the low 60s we walked through the sandy roads around the Temple of the Universe with Solo to lead us safely, then to the Devil’s Millhopper and on to Nero’s, an American Millhopper of a fake Italian restaurant - actually not that bad except that they never gave us a chance to relax, salad served before the appitizer was worked through, meal brought before we could finish our salad, then the check - oh how VERY un-European!
Finally, we returned to the lane named after an April Gift for a last evening in the DreamTime Place. Tomorrow we blast off for the piedmont to return home and bring our doggies out of their kennel orbit back down to their soft beds again.
Like mountain climbers scaling vertical walls, we went far beyond reality digging our pitons of talk into solid conjectural rock far above the clouds of verifiable fact. We talked about leptons and bosons and neutrinos and muons and gluons and quarks and went as far as the Higgs theory would allow and came back down debating our competing theories about brain and mind - whether the mind is simply a compartment in the brain or whether, my view, that the brain functions as a radio-set that turns on and off and changes frequencies and volumes as it brings in signals from the great mind without.
We talked about Sufism and Theravada and Mahayana Buddhism, and their various sub-disciplines. All this as Johnsy Gonzales softly played the pan flute and recorder to the “Whisper” and Phil Coulter led his group through “Scottish Tranquility”, and there was talk of Stephan Hawking and Exoplanets and cloud computing, eventually coming down to whether or not we could even refer to “classical” music or whether we should call that works “concert” music.
The gals worked a puzzle while the Olé Goaté and I took care of most of these significantly important matters, only occasionally we would refer questions to them for clarification concerning anatomy, or mental health.
As the evening warmed up to the low 60s we walked through the sandy roads around the Temple of the Universe with Solo to lead us safely, then to the Devil’s Millhopper and on to Nero’s, an American Millhopper of a fake Italian restaurant - actually not that bad except that they never gave us a chance to relax, salad served before the appitizer was worked through, meal brought before we could finish our salad, then the check - oh how VERY un-European!
Finally, we returned to the lane named after an April Gift for a last evening in the DreamTime Place. Tomorrow we blast off for the piedmont to return home and bring our doggies out of their kennel orbit back down to their soft beds again.
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