Invision

In this case the murders were committed on a train that never stopped, and the only clue was that when a body was found in a train seat, the word 'RED' was printed on the window shade. My grandmother had been trying to get me and brother to go home, because our mother had called, and we replied every time, "Just as soon as the move is over". "Wait, wait, wait - we have to find out who the murderer is" ! And it was the end and the announcement. The detective said : "And the murderer is" ...!!! and grandmother shut off the TV.

I never to this day have found out who Red was. It was an open value. And it stuck with me all these years. Maybe it was more fun not knowing than knowing. Maybe I tried to figure it out, and put each character in the place of the murderer. Maybe I learned something from the experience. Anybody was the murderer. Anybody was or could be anything. Of course maybe I am making something out of nothing. It is all in retrospect and over sixty years ago at that. Maybe the movie was just a grade B movie. Or maybe the experience became a concept. The determination might require a new model of memory research.

The assumption of open value would have been in my pagan days, before I converted to Christianity. With this conversion there would then be a new logic. I was to be one thing, and theoretically - God as all things sometimes called nature, could be anything, but was not. God was one thing. I could give myself nothing of any substance. I had to get it from God. I had to dissolve myself into nothing, to be recreated in God's image, as one particular and more perfect thing.

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