Thoughts about Alice

Watching the newest telling of Alice - in "Wonderland" as it continues to be called. Seeing that world as it is shown here stirs memories galore, mostly of the times she and I spent comparing adventures through discontinuous environments, where at one moment you might find a fiend before you and rocks beneath you, then suddenly realize the fiend was simply an ugly puppy but the ground had become a deep slimy morass.

Alice generally fared better than I in these mutual excursions. Fictional creations tend to have the gifts we are created with, and Alice had an innate ability to adjust, to move from one reality to another, one set of rules to an apparently contradictory set of rules. I always spent time, even if moments, attempting to grasp that "large is small" or "love is power" or "the first are last," which left me always two steps behind her.

Of course, at times this was to our advantage, as Alice might charge off into a new scenario only to find the apparent contradictions merely differences in resonance upon sylables, or some other meaningless cunnundrum. (how DOES one spell that word anyway!)

I have no idea what Father or Mother would think of Alice. They are both solid creations fitted into a story of their times. They have no need to introspect, they ARE, fully created and archetypal to their cores, pure and true and simply themselves. And, for those wondering about developments shown publicly, they continue to be happy, joyfully recognizing the touch of the supernatural that has given them their lives.