Top of her game, or she is gone.
She surely is hiding things.
This is the adventure of stolen books,
secret agents, and forbidden societies.
Her aim is to find the book.
The answers are in there.
Failure is not an option,
for the nature of reality is clearly at stake.
The Invisible Library.
What's your stake?
The Next Two.
The Next Pick.
Both will be read, a no doubt guarantee, but how to immediately decide between Jasper Jones
and Olive Kitteridge.
Take it from the first few lines.
Take it from one's own mood.
Olive is brutally honest and offers insights into our conflicts, our insights,
tragedy, joy and endurance. Life. But, she's a tough customer one has to be in the mood for.
"Traits don't change, states of mind do."
And then there's Jasper, a precocious boy startled one night by a knock on his window.
Where does it take him?
Where does it lead?
That which knocks does not necessarily mean follow,
but he does and learns truth from myth and why white lies creep like a curse.
Jasper Jones, as everything changed.
Not since Sybil have we seen splits such as these,
a multitude of characters in the host of one body, a fascinating starting point to a
sordid tale on the effects of trauma.
Betty Buckley, still beautiful in her advanced age, plays Dr. Fletcher and brings
a real human touch to the condition of multiple disorders in this film,
and it's this combination of compassion and horror that ties together well.
She was brilliant, and even though
McAvoy did a superb job playing the multitudes,
it was Buckley that ground the story in believability, and let's face it,
the root of any successful bit of scary is to create a story that teeters on the edge of possibility.
I'm not a huge fan of the scary genre,
but this was in the psychological thriller realm, and there's no one better than Shyamala to pull it off with just the right blend of twists and edge of your seat,
"Hurry, hurry, turn the damn lock and get the hell out."
The guy has experience, worked it well in Sixth Sense and some will say brought it home with Split.
There were moments in the end,
where he loosened the reigns with the appearance of the Beast, but he only let it brush against the supernatural briefly before he snapped it back to what was a well laid out story on the protection of the human spirit, the fight we all have in us to survive,
and the Beast that comes forward to ensure such survival.
Human regeneration of the crazy kind!
So, if you're in the mood for scary,
take a punt on
The best I've seen in its category in a very long time.
As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way,
it does not exist.
So. What does? Exist?
Nietzsche, and his moral code.
I will not make comment on thoughts of any Germanic kind,
not will I venture into his misogynistic attitudes,
but I will talk about this idea of morality.
Hume's thought centers on the belief that morality is built on natural sympathy for others.
What do you think?
Is it our empathy, our insight that allows us to conduct ourselves in what is deemed acceptable order,
or is it what is engrained in us, taught in our pews of knowledge and past,
taught and shown in what we must value.
For yes, of course there must indeed be order,
but there too must be honesty,
and there treads the difficulty with people confronted by, right, just, and reasonable
restrain within a framework of honesty to one's self.
Nietzsche explores this,
and succeeds with all its controversy and all the support of other philosophers that
leave political correctness by the wayside to explore societal truths, restrictions, guidelines
of our "rightness' within our own personal frames.
We can agree at the end with this one Nietzsche thought ... Life is ultimately absurd, was not a reason for angst but a cause for celebration, self-creation, and artistic fervor.
We follow what has passed,
belief of our predecessors, belief in our own place, and we tread somewhere in the middle of
what is written in stone
and what can be written in truth.
And so, find our own moral ground,
and exploration of mind,
with care, with love, with truth.
It only raised an enlightened brow.
The question remains,
Manuel's Curiosity, his own roadmap into that question through
inquisitives like Aquinas, Hume, Carroll, Carson, Socrates,
and beloved Dante, the philosopher of "why," and the virtues and vices of loves own hell.
The places and spaces in between.
Our heavens. Our hells.
What we make and choose to live.
Indeed, a Divine Comedy.
In Curiosity, there are thinkers, scientists, artists,
anyone who asks this one question,
and delves for an answer, or some semblance of.
Why this? Why that?
Why one way and not the other?
Why be or not?
Why is this, and then why that?
The question soars to the skies in imagination,
and roots itself in the solid and more concrete.
For every question stems from reality, the foundation under our feet.
It's like fact vs. fiction, both stem from truth,
one remains in it, the other pulls out clouds of why's?
The thinkers will ask,
and they will forever seek,
this that takes our why's to
what and how
Do you have any idea how hard it would have been for them,
but they carried their belief, carried it out into the world and said I'm not hiding from it.
This is me. This is us. This is who we are.
The adjustments in belief are to be yours.
Of one country, to another, of one color, to another, and still to have stood.
I am flabbergasted by their strength.
I truly am.
United Kingdom is inspired by a true story between Botswanan King Seretse Khama and his British wife Ruth Williams Khama, and their union of opposition that rose battled voice from family, country, tribal elders, and government.
Did they survive this?
What sacrifices were made?
What honor did they show the world in their simple truth and non-denial?
This, is an enduring story of love,
a story of what it is to believe in that one and singular thing,
to show itself in this 'new,' but to bring forth that which we have not seen,
and do not know.
We ask for better.
We always do.
In our world.
We meet this new with anticipated enthusiasm,
with hope, and recognition, or perhaps just that
how to be?
They say it is scrupulously playful,
a genre-bending conversation between forms, times, truths and fictions.
Two tales of love and injustice
becomes singular where time becomes timeless, structural becomes playful,
knowing becomes mysterious,
fiction becomes real.
How to be
How to be.