This is what it comes down to. The human mind possesses the freedom to conceive of and make choices, or conversely, is imprisoned under such an illusion which is powered by a combination of ignorance and indignance. When you are caught somewhere in the middle, you curse your luck for being in a position where the imperfection of semi-realness is incandescently illuminated. You can't stand knowing you're not holding the real controls.
What does this mean? What it doesn't mean is we can just kick back and relax. What it does mean is: things are a lot simpler and a lot more complicated at the same time. The context is intricately complex, but despite the mess we do have room to breathe, by virtue of the fact that in view of the bigger picture, our choices carry very little weight in and of themselves. Each window is born of our monadic microcosms and that's all the context we can/should take into account. Yet, a decision made is symbolic of a contract made with regard to the subsequent chain of events that unfold, that we commit well and truly to participating.
This is my new favourite movie. I'm not saving up for a Nick and Norah type magical happily-ever-after, but I'm not throwing my heart out like meat to dogs either.
Where's Fluffy?
Are you sad that we missed it?
We didn't miss it. This is it. C'mon. You wanna go home?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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