The Chocolate Cake Clock...: And the Lost and the Last Dimension of Al Di La.

By Irundy Ramos

When I was a teenager, I spent my vacations in my father's farm. In that period of time, about 30 to 40 days, I had nothing to do except things for fun: riding horses, swimming, hunting, fishing, farm activity, barbecue parties with my brothers, cousin and my best friend Marcus Aragao Vergne. In that period, the time has stopped. None of those activities required me to have a wristwatch, I had no time for anything. Of consequence, I lost completely the sense of time, did not recognize if that moment were morning or night wherever. I was lost in time. I did not know in what day or month we were but I realized only specific days and hours: Saturdays 9:00 AM, because my punctual family left the farm heading to the nearest town to do shopping and groceries. My notion of time moved accuracy weekly, I mean, between two shoppings, I was lost in time.

Recently, I am passing through a similar experience. Due to being sick of Parkinson's and being disabled, I do not work anymore and rarely leave from home. Of consequence, I lost the sense of time. Today, I no longer have a family going shopping on Saturdays 9:00 AM, but I have something happening regularly every week. The Episcopal Church gives me a chocolate cake on Tuesdays 9:00 AM, but I got a problem: how to realize when is Tuesday 9:00 AM? In order to resolve the problem, I used the problem as a solution for itself. I'll explain; I got a brilliant idea: Just cut the cake in 21 slices, where each slice has been eaten in a period of 8 hours, because my stomach clock is infallible. Then from the reminiscent of slices, I could estimate the accuracy of time and I built a diagram that shows the correspondence between the time/hours and the reminiscent number of slices. Easy, very easy. What is easier than that is only an hourglass. This is diagram of the regressive or count-down to understand the works of the Chocolate Cake Clock.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503532939

Irundy Ramos

Irundy Ramos is a 58-year-old Brazilian architect and immigrant since 1998. He is single and has no children. He has a brother and an adopted family when he was an exchange student in Nebraska back in 1974.

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The

Chocolate Cake

Clock

and the Lost and the Last Dimension of Al Di La

Irundy Ramos

Copyright © 2015 by Irundy Ramos.

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Contents

Dedication And Reconciliation

Why This Title: The Chocolate Cake Clock

For Those Who Believe in Life before Death

Foreword

Why This Front Page

Who Is the Author (Irundy A. Ramos)

Who Is Irundy and Why Irundy, The Famous Who?

Acknowledgment: Why and How I Wrote This Book

Thanks

Introduction to Essay Philosophic

Essay Philosophy #1 The Truth and the Eternity

Essay Philosophy # 2 Contemplation and Meditation at Margins of Lake Tahoe

Essay Philosophy # 3 The Cherries and Roundworms

Essay Philosophy # 4 Cherries: The Lighthouse of the Truth

Presentation and Introduction to the Chocolate Cake Clock

The Narrative Out of Time and Space of the Lost Dimension of Al Di La

The Great Controversy between God and Satan

Chapter I Chariot of Fire

Chapter II The Bow of Burning Gold

Chapter III Arrows of Desire

Chapter IV Spear of Clouds Unfold

Chapter V The Wind and the Rain

Chapter VI Seeds and Tears

No Worries, Nothing Gone Be All Right

Out of Time and Space The seeds and tears … The wind and rain.

I Raised a Wall between My Desires and Honesty

Out of space and time The Orthogonal dimension of Al Di La

Statement of the Prince of Troy

Answer of Don Quixote, Knight of the Lions to the King Odysseus

Letter from Nurgun and Omer

The splendorous trophy for the Triumph De Luxe. The American citizenship granted by the lovely Lady of Liberty.

The Chocolate Cake Clock

Epilogue

The Expectations

The Harvest

DEDICATION AND RECONCILIATION

I dedicate this book to all illegal immigrants wherever he come from wherever he goes to. Living such experience is one of the hardest decisions ever taken in the direction to the unknown and to the uncertain, and I hope that on the appropriate time, the American society will act with magnitude in accepting us as brothers and co builders of this wonderful nation.

Reconciliation (This item of Reconciliation is dedicated in honor and of a so noble, elegant, gentle, sincere, kind, wise of the superior aptitude of granted forgiven to me for a fault, making him example for whom really intent to contribute to make a better world to glory of God. Thank you, Sr. Elder Ribeiro, my friend.)

After fifteen years in this country, I have certificated what I already knew: time is the lord of the reason. And from the top of my fifty-eight-year-old mind, I launch an appeal of pardon, peace, harmony, concord, patience, tolerance, forgiveness in goodwill, and good faith to all my adversaries whom I have offended. On the other hand, I offer my forgiveness unconditionally for free, irrevocable to all those who have offended me, even though they have not forgiven me. In addition, I will not submit myself nor allow anybody to take advantage of my appeal of conciliation. It is free for both parts.

Thanks.

I am the watcher of the wind and rain. As guardian, I have

the transcendent mission to avoid those precious moments

loss in time and space,… protecting my seeds and tears.

The seeds from wind … The tears from rain …

Time to live. Time to love.

Why This Title: The Chocolate Cake Clock

W HEN I WAS a teenager, I spent my vacations in my father’s farm. On the time (about thirty to forty days), I had nothing to do except have fun: riding horses, swimming, hunting, fishing, and doing farm activities and barbecue parties with my brothers, cousin, and my best friend, Marcus A. V. On that period, time has stopped. None of these activities required a wristwatch. I had no time for anything, for consequence. I completely lost the sense of time. I do not recognize if it was morning or night on that moment. I was lost in the time. I did not know what day or month it was, but I realize only one specific day and time, Saturdays at 9:00 a.m., because my punctual family left the farm to head to the nearest town in order to shop for groceries. My notion of time moved accurately weekly. I mean, between two shoppings, I was lost in time.

Recently I am passing for a similar experience. Due to being sick with Parkinson’s and being disabled, I do not work anymore and rarely leave home. As a consequence, I lost the sense of time. Today, I have no more family who shop on Saturdays at 9:00 a.m., but something happens regularly. Every week, the Episcopal Church gives me a chocolate cake on Tuesdays at 9:00 a.m. But I got a problem: how do I realize when it is Tuesday 9:00 a.m.? In order to resolve the problem, I used the problem as a solution for itself. Let me explain. I got a brilliant idea: I just cut the cake in twenty-one slices, where each slice has been eaten on a period of eight hours because my stomach clock is infallible, and then from the remaining slices, I could accurately estimate the time, and I then build a diagram that shows the correspondence between the time or hours and the remaining number of slices. It’s easy—very easy—easier than that of an hourglass. This is a diagram of the regressive or countdown to understand how the chocolate cake clock works:

Full cake = twenty-one slices (Tuesday 9:00 a.m.) seventeen slices (Wednesday 1:00 p.m.)

twenty slices (Tuesday 5:00 p.m.) sixteen slices (Thu 1:00 a.m.)

nineteen slices (Wednesday 1:00 a.m.) fifteen slices (Thu 9:00 a.m.)

eighteen slices (Wednesday 9:00 am.) fourteen slices (Thursday 5:00 a.m.)

zero slice, no more cake (time to go church to get another chocolate)

By the fact I am passing for one the hardest moments of my life, I was inclined to name my book The Bitterness of the Chocolate Cake Clock, but this title does not reflect me. It seems pessimistic. If I had chosen the word bitterness, I was accepting as permanent what for me is temporary, and how the title of the book cannot change for itself. I had decided to use the title The Chocolate Cake Clock, ignoring the hard time. If today turn in tomorrow, for sure, there is no space for the word clock in my book title because I am so sure that better days are coming, and I will be so busy with my occupations on my business that there is no room for idleness and more that a chocolate cake with the function of a clock would be obsolete, and only a gold Rolex would be more appropriate. Let’s be patient for a while. And I have decided to call it The Chocolate Cake Clock as it is graceful and charming. It is a nice title. Let it be.

Irundy A. Ramos on December 2013

For Those Who Believe in Life before Death

L AST WEEK, I had been in Las Vegas when—Wow! Oh my god! I cannot believe—I could not believe—my own eyes. Pelvis! Pelvis! I scre amed.

And Pelvis replied, Irundy! Irundy! And Pelvis asked me, What heavens have you been? How did you survive the battle of Armageddon in Al Di La led by Don Quixote against creatures of evil? Pelvis said.

Very easy, my friend, said Irundy. In the same way that I survived here on Earth, just playing dead, because according to King Carlos XI, ‘He who cannot dissimulate cannot be king.’ When I simulate being a kind of Pelvis Wesley, everybody says, ‘Look, people, the fake Pelvis Wesley,’ and I try to mix myself among the hundreds of true fakes of Pelvis and them. The public gets confused, and then I can survive. It is a pity, unknown this truth, our friend Michaele Jason died. Trying to dissimulate being Ronald Duck through plastic operation, he died. The change was very radical. Poor Michaele. It is what you think, Pelvis. It was his goal. Michaele let people believe he has died when he was doing a plastic operation to try to be Ronald Duck to dissimulate and not be Michaele Jason.

But how do you know about all these things?

Irundy said, I have a close friend, Alicia Cowper. She told me this after her snake died because it had drunk all of Alicia’s beer, and Michaele abandoned the idea of being like Ronald Duck and assumed the looks of a snake. Alicia gave him the job of a snake, and they are working together now. And now tell me about you. What have you done?

"I came to you in order to require your write the foreword of my book, The Chocolate Cake Clock. Could you?"

For sure, Irundy, and in addition, I recommend you to my friend Alice Cowper. And say hi to her. Your friend always, Pelvis Wesley.

Oh yes, sure. And in behalf go to Alicia Cowper. She can do the same. She is a good woman. Thank you, Pelvis.

Foreword

H EREBY, FOR ALL interested readers, I, Your Majesty, Pelvis Wesley, King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, state that the book The Chocolate Cake Clock is one of the best books ever written. It is noble, elegant, creative, fun, and has several other virtues founded among other similar books and exalt the dignity and preserve the honor, freedom, work, peace for exalt the love for the life.

In this book, I did not see anything that stains the principles given through the teaching given by his parents and best teachers, do not detour to the right or left, always keep loyalty with the truth. In this book, there is no room or space for anything that could damage the dignity and honor of particular groups. The author, Irundy Ramos, did not make any transaction, concession, or bargain with evil or anybody in order to obtain any advantage in any way for the success of this book.

I can assure you that, most of all, you will enjoy and get pleasure in reading this book, which certainly will contribute and add something in your life, enrich your knowledge, and improve the quality of your life.

In the best book ever written (according to literature critics), "Don Quixote de La Mancha, the author, Miguel de Cervantes, wrote: There is no exist a book so bad, where do no exist one good thing," certainly, I assure, certify, confirm in good faith that the book The Chocolate Cake Clock is not the best book ever written, but it is incommensurately far away from the worst book written—because on it, for sure, exists several good things. And with this good thing, certainly it will contribute to someone some way, somewhere, sometime, and somehow for the building of a better world for the glory of God.

Truly,

Pelvis Wesley

Why This Front Page

T HIS PRECIOUS PHOTO is one of a series of a total of four taken on a time in Lake Tahoe in 2002 by me and my friend Mauro Cesar do Carmo. For my taste, it is my favorite photo, which I sent to my cousin Marjorie M. A. in Brazil, who made the following comment: That place is truly beautiful, but you look extremely alone. This comment is full of grace. The matter is not physical, material, or visible. The matter is spiritual. It is beyond our primary senses. Under spiritual inspiration on that time, I wrote her, I am not feeling alone because I have my dreams to fulfill, and I keep my enthusiasm and loyalty for them. To my surprise and happiness, almost ten years later, I read a sentence of the Roman philosopher Seneca who said, Be lone is not being alone, be alone is being empty. Of course, there is a reason why I never feared being alone. Because of all my virtues, valor, and grace, I never will feel alone. This was the reason why my cousin from first view got the opinion that I was a lone.

This opinion is a result of the physical and exterior looks of the photo. On the book The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry, he said The essential is invisible to the eyes. This is the reason why my cousin could not see my interior. Its consequence, despite the essential being invisible, doesn’t mean that they do not exist; but God—who sees everything—knows of the existence of my essential being and will not allow me to feel alone. I do have my valor, I do have my virtues, and I do have my faith. I am full of myself. This is what makes me feel like I’m in very good company, and I will never be alone.

Once Nicholas Machiavelli said, . . . of the man … Violently, Napoleon Bonaparte disagreed, saying, Incorrect reasoning, there are man and man.

Once Napoleon Bonaparte said, . . . the valor above everything. He also said, I am the fortune of myself, so full of myself. I never will be alone, lone, or whatever.

Once I wrote an e-mail to my ex-girlfriend that I said: I, I, I and me, me, me. Irundy, super Irundy, ultra Irundy. I love me, I adore me, I want me, I need myself, I cannot live without me. After that, I ask, How can I feel alone? Never.

Irundy A. Ramos on December 2013

Who Is the Author (Irundy A. Ramos)

M Y NAME IS Irundy A. Ramos. I am a Brazilian, fifty-nine years old, an architect, immigrant since 1998, single with no kids, but I have a brother and an adopted family when I have been informally adopted while I was an exchange student in 1974 in Nebr aska.

In my country, I have done forty plans or projects of buildings and five real estate developments. In my opinion, this is a very poor quantity, but in my country, it is very different. The economy of the real estate business is very vulnerable. It means that it is very hard to grow. When I tried to do something daring, I failed. This circumstance made me take the most dramatic decision in my life: quit my architecture business for a pizza guy position in the USA. On that time, I believed that my circumstance would last for only two years while my lawyer takes care of the case to restore my business,. Nothing has happened according to the expectation that my lawyer made me believe. The immigration office in Los Angeles has stamped my passport for six months, and I have been here for fifteen years without plans to return to a country that I cannot dare call mine, so we are strangers to each other because our changes have been so deep and vast that I am more familiar with the USA than the country I was born in. Maybe Mr. Obama will amnesty people like me because I am eligible for that. So help me God.

Before I decided to come to the USA, I was a playboy who was two or three steps away from being considered rich according to the Brazilians’ conceits; and I spent my life with sex, good life, and rock ‘n’ roll. I had such a good life that my first job happened when I was twenty-eight years old. I came from a country where is shameful the work, on 60’s a socialite journalist said in