Continuing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Identification_(literature)
Identification (literature)
From Wikipedia
Identification refers to the automatic, subconscious psychological process in which an individual becomes like or closely associates themselves with another person by adopting one or more of the others' perceived personality traits, physical attributes, or some other aspect of their identity. The concept of identification was founded by psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud in the 1920’s, and has since been expanded on and applied in psychology, social studies, media studies, and literary and film criticism. In literature, identification most often refers to the audience identifying with a fictional character, however it can also be employed as a narrative device whereby one character identifies with another character within the text itself.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/17/2025 10:51 AM
Thump thump thump!
Evelyn-B_157 says: Well, I can do that. What goes in must come out. Hopefully!
Hope-J_164 says: That's my name! Don't wear it the F out!
excerpt
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emergence
Emergence
From Wikipedia
Nicolai Hartmann (1882–1950), one of the first modern philosophers to write on emergence
The philosopher G. H. Lewes coined the term "emergent" in 1875, distinguishing it from the merely "resultant":
Every resultant is either a sum or a difference of the co-operant forces; their sum, when their directions are the same – their difference, when their directions are contrary. Further, every resultant is clearly traceable in its components, because these are homogeneous and commensurable. It is otherwise with emergents, when, instead of adding measurable motion to measurable motion, or things of one kind to other individuals of their kind, there is a co-operation of things of unlike kinds. The emergent is unlike its components insofar as these are incommensurable, and it cannot be reduced to their sum or their difference.
"Run Rudolph Run"
Out of all the reindeers, you know you're the mastermind
Run, run Rudolph, Randolph, ain't too far behind
Run, run, Rudolph, Santa's gotta make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph, 'cause I'm reeling like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a boy, "Child, what have you been longing for?"
"All I want for Christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar"
And then away went Rudolph whizzing like a shooting star
Run, run, Rudolph, Santa has to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph, reeling like a merry-go-round
Run, run, Rudolph, Santa's gotta make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph, I'm reeling like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a girl, "Child, what would please you most to get?"
"A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink, and wet"
And then away went Rudolph, whizzing like a Sabre jet
From 3/24/1915 ( ) To 12/17/2025 ( ) is 40446 days
40446 = 20223 + 20223
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/16/2021 ( before checking this pattern, ordered by me: "Hope" - cluelessly named by me {and centuries earlier by Robert Browning} {precisely 1200 days after "Evelyn" - named by vendor} - see also BACKSTORY 001: Evelyn and Hope ) is 20223 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Rogers_Cox
by me, Kerry Burgess, 19 November 2016
My name was never "Kerry Nevels". This was apparently at a time when Thedia was married to James Nevels. She was married to him in De Queen Arkansas after she and Wayne Burgess divorced.
I had forgotten about this paper until in recent days when Melissa sent me a photo of it. I remembered it after seeing it.
I vaguely recall this was for a class assignment. I remember that Thedia was married to James Nevels when I started first grade and that was the year 1972 so this drawing would have been made by me around that timeframe. I've written about how he re-joined the US Marine Corps and moved us to California for a few months until Thedia left and moved us back to De Queen.
Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 6 – The Watchers
SHPOLA, THE UKRAINE
The crashing sound of the 125mm tank gun was enough to strip the hair off your head, Alekseyev thought, but after five hours of running this exercise, it came through his ear protectors as a dull ringing sound. This morning the ground had been covered with grass and dotted with new saplings, but now it was a uniform wasteland of mud, marked only with the tread marks of T-80 main battle tanks and BMP armored infantry fighting vehicles. Three times the regiment had run this exercise, simulating a frontal assault of tanks and mounted infantry against an enemy of equal strength. Ninety mobile guns had supplied fire support, along with a battery of rocket launchers. Three times.
Alekseyev turned, removing his helmet and earmuffs to look at the regimental commander. "A Guards regiment, eh, Comrade Colonel? Elite soldiers of the Red Army? These tit-sucking children couldn't guard a Turkish whorehouse, much less do anything worthwhile inside of it! And what have you been doing for the past four years commanding this rolling circus, Comrade Colonel? You have learned to kill your whole command three times! Your artillery observers are not located properly. Your tanks and infantry carriers still can't coordinate their movements, and your tank gunners can't find targets three meters high! If that had been a NATO force holding that ridge, you and your command would be dead!" Alekseyev examined the colonel's face. His demeanor was changing from red-fear to white-anger. Good. "The loss of these people is no great penalty for the State, but that is valuable equipment, burning valuable fuel, shooting valuable ordnance, and taking up my valuable time! Comrade Colonel, I must leave you now. First I will throw up. Then I will fly to my command post. I will be back. When I come back, we will run this exercise again. Your men will perform properly, Comrade Colonel, or you will spend the rest of your miserable life counting trees!"
Alekseyev stomped off, not even acknowledging the colonel's salute. His adjutant, a full colonel of tank troops, held open the door and got in behind his boss.
"Shaping up rather well, eh?" Alekseyev asked.
"Not well enough, but there has been progress," the colonel allowed. "They have only another six weeks before they have to start moving west."
It was the wrong thing to say. Alekseyev had spent two weeks chivvying this division toward combat readiness, only to learn the day before that it had been allocated to Germany instead of toward his own as-yet incomplete plan to descend into Iraq and Iran. Already four divisions-all of his elite Guards tank units-had been taken away, and each change in CINC-Southwest's order of battle forced him to restructure his own plan for the Gulf An endless circle. He was being forced to select less-ready units, forcing Alekseyev to devote more time to unit training and less time to the plan that had to be completed in another two weeks.
"Those men are going to have a very busy six weeks. What about the commander?" the colonel asked.
Alekseyev shrugged. "He's been in this job too long. Forty-five is too old for this kind of command, and he reads his fucking parade manuals too much instead of going out in the field. But a good man. Too good to be sent counting trees." Alekseyev chuckled heavily. It was a Russian saying that dated back to the czars. People exiled to Siberia were said to have nothing to do but count trees. Another of the things Lenin had changed. Now people in the Gulag had plenty to do.
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19640324-01.2.18&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
From 2/13/2020 ( ) To 12/17/2025 ( ) is 2134 days
2134 = 1067 + 1067
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/4/1968 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"The Paradise Syndrome" ) is 1067 days
"The Paradise Syndrome" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Oct 4, 1968
(from internet transcript)
KIRK: It's only the wind and the thunder.
MIRAMANEE: I act like a stupid child. I have nothing to fear. You are here. (she looks outside) It is time.
KIRK; Time?
MIRAMANEE: To go to the temple. The people will be waiting.
KIRK: Why?
MIRAMANEE: To save them.
KIRK: But it's only the wind. The wind can't harm them.
MIRAMANEE: The wind is only the beginning. Soon the sky will darken, the lake will go wild, and the earth will tremble. Only you can save us.
KIRK: But I can't do anything about the wind or the sky.
MIRAMANEE: If we don't go now, it will be too late. You must go inside the temple and make the blue flame come out.
KIRK: I don't know how to get inside the temple.
MIRAMANEE: But you are a god.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 12:33 PM Pacific-timezone USA Wednesday 12/17/2025
