1929, her words still ring true…

(I have never been so flip about writing assignments until the MOOC. Yes, I realize these are ungraded – in fact, why there is completion of them at all considering a lot of stress as of late is a bit perplexing. Certainly, Freud would be able to psychoanalyze this as the super-ego drive toward perfection especially since the ego’s instinctual nature is one of rebellion…etc etc. There is nothing wonderful about this paper, but yet I actually did do a bit of reading in order to have a better grasp for composition. A problem arose, however, when the final hit 900 words, ergo, the last paragraph had to be cut. I shall paste it here just because it is was a counter argument that had begun to form whilst writing and it made me wonder what Woolf would have said to Freud in light of society and adhering to the ‘norm’. That said, Woolf actually speaks of psychoanalysis and Freud in the few things read, but I found no mention of the case presented here)

As an aside, has anyone read Flatland? It was mentioned in ‘live lecture’ this weekend. It was the most exciting mention during the sermon – whipped out the phone and typed it in Goodreads — voila! a button appeared “Read” I pushed it and there was the eBook, free of course, as it is over 70 years old, no copyright renewal. May I just say it is fascinating, a philosophical rendering told via mathematics - so to speak. Needless to say, I now have no idea how it fit into the point of the sermon. If anyone has read, would love to read  your thoughts… ~

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“Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.” ~ Sigmund Freud [1]

Beauty, to Freud, was not nature’s bloom of a rose, per se, but a larger aesthetic, that of art. Art as product from the due diligence of ‘man’. A way that the human animal is able to address his or her ‘pleasure principals’ or sexual desires of the unconscious in a socially acceptable way.

“The science of aesthetics investigates the conditions under which things are felt as beautiful, but it has been unable to give any explanation of the nature and origin of beauty, and, as usually happens, lack of success is concealed beneath a flood of resounding and empty words. Psychoanalysis, unfortunately, has scarcely anything to say about beauty either. All that seems certain is its derivation from the field of sexual feeling. The love of beauty seems a perfect example of an impulse inhibited in its aim. ‘Beauty’ and ‘attraction’ are originally attributes of the sexual object.” [2]

Freud appreciated the arts for what it offered a person psychologically – a way to avoid the destructive nature of repression for the creator and a way for the observer to celebrate with an intoxicant that is beyond primal sexual instinct. Freud oft used writers as examples in Civilization and Its Discontents. He understood the power of the written word. “Words are capable of arousing the strongest emotions and prompting all men’s actions.”

“…Oh, but they [men] can’t buy literature too. Literature is open to everybody. I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass. Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” [3]

Virginia Woolf understood all too well the power of words even when that power was to be suppressed by the feminine mind. Virginia Woolf, who declared that she was no different from a man when it came to the creative arts. Woolf sounded a sentiment akin to Sigmund Freud – that in order to deal with the unhappiness of this civilization, one must address certain instincts within one’s mind or madness may ensue.

“That woman, then, who was born with a gift of poetry in sixth century, was an unhappy woman, a woman at strife against herself. All the conditions of her life, all her own instincts, were hostile to the state of mind which is needed to set free whatever is in the brain.” [4]

Virginia Woolf perhaps understood best of all that words allowed a psychological healing through her own experience as a writer. She was haunted by the great loss of her mother. Woolf was psychologically haunted by certain memories of her mother despite the pain and sorrow that these brought forth. It was not until she brought Mrs. Ramsay “to life” via To The Lighthouse, that Woolf was finally able to let her mother’s spirit rest.

Whilst Freud addressed the repressive nature of sexuality as a key to one’s unhappiness, Virginia Woolf focused upon the the repressive nature of the sexes. She felt that it was man’s dominating presence in the creative arts that led to the destruction of the creative mind of the feminine.

“When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen….” [5]

Freud stated that Beauty was a necessity of civilization for it addressed an underlying need for happiness. Beauty can be product of the creative individual who sublimates his or her basic desires into something that can be enjoyed by the masses. Freud recognized that one’s profession, if a instinctual calling, can help to provide a sense of happiness.

“Professional activity is a source of special satisfaction if it is a freely chosen one — if, that is to say, by means of sublimation, it makes possible the use of existing inclinations, of persisting or constitutionally reinforced instinctual impulses.” [6]

Virginia Woolf saw creating fiction as the only profession that would cause her satisfaction. She knew that in order to live a life that was most true to herself, a life of personal fulfillment and happiness, could only be achieved if she answered her instinctual calling to create Beauty upon the page.

Although Woolf’s life certainly address Freud’s idea of aesthetics and its role in personal happiness within society, it must be stated that Woolf’s approach may not align with Freud’s ID/Ego/Superego. Woolf was certainly addressing her innermost drive, her Id inspired Ego, but if she were to have listened to societal norms, she would have perhaps allowed the Superego to guilt her into not becoming a writer. Virginia Woolf, however, had a strong sense of self and her battle cry against a male dominated offered no shame only freedom that rings true today:

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”  ~ Virginia Woolf

 

 

Citations:

[1] Freud, Sigmund, Civilizations and Its Discontents, Norton, 1961.

[2] Ibid

[3] Woolf, Virginia, A Room of One’s Own, Harcourt Inc, 1981.

[4] Ibid

[5] Ibid

[6] Freud, Sigmund, Civilizations and Its Discontents, Norton, 1961.

what is eating you…

“We must, however, acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities… still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.” ~ Charles Darwin

Our lowly origin, indeed, for your comments to the previous post questioning aggressive behavior was quick to remind me that we are only animals, after all. That is rather curious, really, for then I began to wonder if animals behave in such unjust ways. What I mean is, do animals inflict pain upon their species without provocation? Does an animal Kill ‘just because’, or is that a lovely attribute of our human animal origin?

“The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognise that we ought to control our thoughts.”  ~ C.D.

Is that it, then, we have the responsibility to control our thoughts in order to avoid mayhem – to inflict pain upon another. Do animals control their thoughts – their animalistic behavior? To answer, the tamed animal may just be that smart. I think to my dog, who has taught me that dogs are man’s best friend not because of their companionship, but because they tolerate our intolerable behavior. Yes, I realize this is an oversimplification, but one does not know why a tame animal suddenly attacks (thinking zoo animals, etc.) other than is that not any different from the killing spree seen at a theatre, mall, school…

Adam Gopnik recently wrote an article about marriage, Darwin and dogs. Though, I cannot tell you a thing about marriage beyond what I have learned via the silver screen, I agree with the bits of wisdom Gopnik tossed about the page. Clever man goes as far as to bring dear Samuel Beckett into the convo – asking us if our unions resemble the couple living in rubbish bins.

Getting back to animals, however, Gopnik ventures back to our lowly origins. Dogs, yes, it is a dog that taught him a bit about what it is to be human. Dogs, you see, have an amazing ability to be loyal if they see you as part of their pack. These animals seem to love, honor and obey better than most humans are capable, naturally.

Naturally, that makes me question – who really is the animal. And, if we are all the same, are we not truly playing games when we pick and choose how we define our behavior in light of right or wrong.

One for the road, then, if you feel we are more animal than human – in which species will you draw the line for consumption?

 

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Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined. ~ Chris Marker

I desired to quickly catch up with all of your posts before I responded to the comments from last night’s post (especially since Your comments have inspired MORE thinking, not to mention that a BBC tweet has me thinking about our animalistic nature in regards to mating, loyalty, and dogs… ~ again, tomorrow) when…

… THIS blog post regarding publisher, New Directions, waylaid me. It seems that ND has just published pamphlet publications of works by Bernadette Mayer AND Susan Howe. Mayer has my eye after reading, Midwinter Day, for a Modern Poetry course via Coursera, but it was Howe’s name that piqued my interest. A recent post at Prufrock’s Dilemma on Howe’s most intriguing sound/poetry reading  has me clamoring for more from this most inspiring poet.

That said, if you are a regular reader here, you know there is a penchant for serendipity. How is this for sweetness…. Howe’s pamphlet, Sorting Facts, or 19 Ways of Looking at Marker,  explores Chris Marker’s La Jetée and Sans Soleil, with stills of the film interspersed with Howe’s meditation. It was just last month that this blog waxed poetic about rediscovering Marker’s work – how many years later and finally I have seen the film that inspired 12 Monkeys….

sigh…one could spend the wee hours waxing on about this grand discovery, but, tomorrow shall arrive before I desire so it too must wait. Tomorrow is another day and time aplenty after libraryland washes the brain of all reasoning. Until then, dear reader, I bid you a quick goodnight with a promise that we shall meet again soon on this side of the portal (well, one assumes we shall all be able to meet again)….

Pärt portal – trance typing mixed with question

if the rain can fall down upon this body and melt frozen bones into waxen forms that shall melt when the sun peaks above tomorrow’s horizon, then there is something to be said of redemption when we are blessed with nothing but the sound of her voice amongst the broken limbs and bud-less greys that shall someday spread blooms – are we not all dead until a kiss falls upon our faces, even if those lips are no longer youth’s bloom – dear one, are you not alive as you dance upon my stage for it is music, a somber note of iced tears that fall this April day and no one whispers his name any longer – perhaps it is the dead who keep this rhythm, measuring lengths of our shadows – no one knows, i do not know as this sorrow pours out of a fractured vessel in which nothing stays solid – he questioned about this soul and there was no answer, there is never an answer for when we dig beneath the surface we only find bits of wax and a frayed string

We are awful beasts – monsters of human existence who roam on two feet, though, one wonders if we should all be in cages made for four. Today is a day of contemplation for factions of the world – today is a day of nothing for many more. I truthfully could not say which faction holds my hand, it is a daily struggle at best.

It matters not what you believe (not to me at least), but there is something I shall leave for question: how do we explain our thirst for violence? Are we not that far removed from the beasts of four-legged existence – or is it as Freud theorizes: we suppress until our aggression breaks free. Perhaps it is none of these…

and they beat him until his bones broke – they beat him until his skin ripped – they beat him until his blood flowed – what man could do this to another human – what man could stand witness – what man… how she must have felt the earth quake and her bones turned wax as she tried to place one last kiss upon his face, still uncertain if today would mark their fate – if an eternal love does last ~

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(10 minutes – 15 max…tick tick tick…but there is a message gnawing at the back of this that eats & eats but there is something else that has gone starving – what is it that we want to feed upon in order to satisfy an insatiable hunger that leaves us forever empty – is it our need for a quality that is beyond this personal intake, this personal tug-o-war as we grapple in a sea of stimuli only to place a shield of human resistance to avoid a shock that shakes our shell – REBEL HELL – this is not a life of resistance but a life diving off into the deep end hoping it is not too late to experience drowning while still remaining above ground – we are free to breathe deeply when our mind is floating nicely in a river of dreams)

 See… see! This is what happens when you have two classes exploring Freud. Seriously, it is rather serendipitous for Freud’s theory of consciousness and memory had just been explored in Walter Benjamin’s essay on Baudelaire (still reading). Benjamin goes on to explain Freud’s concept of consciousness in conjunction with stimuli helps us to handle the shock – fright. If this is not assimilated properly then we have a host of issues that can manifest in our dreams. What is interesting is Benjamin’s further exploration of how Proust and Baudelaire produce writings that are prime examples of this type of consciousness and involuntary memory.

(it was nothing but a dream but it took me to a place again and again and we laughed like children – it felt good to laugh despite the pain…there was pain, wasn’t there? it was dark in that cave of existence, but all that surfaces is an orange neon sign that tells me the bar is open – when are we going to sing again? when are we going to dance our way to freedom? it was in the shadows that the light seemed to stream from a pinhole that led to your face as you smiled far off from this resistance)

All kinds of minds make this world go round but it is the mind that is perhaps a bit too open that leads us into a kingdom of images we would have not otherwise seen. I have always reasoned that it is those with a touch of madness that touch us because they have a vision of obscene purity, if such a thing exists. It is upon these waves of genius that we float and drown and die until we recreate our own being if we allow opening to it. That is why it makes sense when Robert Gupta speaks of music and how it heals us, how it can become medicine, for in the hands of the creative mind there is revolution – a revelation of the spark that creates a flame that creates a fire that builds until every inch of their creative self ignites producing an explosion that does not burn the receiver, quite the opposite, it sets us down a river on a raft that should be labeled lifeboat – music bridges the pain and the beauty until we cannot hear anything but the silence of

(goodnight) 

 


 

food for thought…

(… it is perhaps in bad taste to use the above title in light of the content below…)

Confused? The lecture below discusses a true case from the 1880s regarding the act of cannibalism on the high seas. We are asked to consider this:

Suppose four shipwrecked sailors are stranded at sea in a lifeboat, without food or water. Would it be wrong for three of them to kill and eat the cabin boy, in order to save their own lives?

If you answered yes, does your answer change if:

Would it still be wrong if the cabin boy consented to being eaten?

So, if you are feeling a bit philosophical, or just would like to see what a MOOC is all about, do watch this wonderful lecture via an edX/HarvardX course called “Justice” with Michael J. Sandel. Besides, I would love to read your opinion ~ a

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do you ever pave your day with good intentions only to step on a piece of glass, not hard enough to cut skin but smart enough to stop your footsteps – circle back, try to walk it off – shake it away – but then you sit down and just stare at the clouds and wait for the rain to come down, washing away trace of limestone or glass or ideas that you had scattered amongst the detritus that clings to frozen branches waiting with spindling arms to embrace your cold branches hanging in defeat for was not the sun shining when you woke but now it is a field filled with crows escaping that dark beast who has draped the sky in ink 

(there were good intentions to visit all of you who are kind enough to comment on my mediocrity or to attempt to read it and give me a thumbs up… alas, 3 AM came early and the day broke early and this afternoon of good intentions before libraryland asks for my body to man its evening fort, i sit in front of this ghost of a machine and listen to something that has passed me – passed you – passed life - in a dream his guitar opens my eyes and in it there is a taste of clay soil baked by southern sun while parched lips quest for something to fill a void left by an empty river left behind by a grand dam that had to water millions of mouths)

 

this really tells you nothing, does it, so here it is for i share because his story moved me and it may move you for many of you, dear readers, are of such depth and understand the demons that come with creativity, demons that are strong enough even to beat down the path laid with golden intentions for the stronghold got hold and started melting everything until the last step was beyond where the material world could go. and some of us were not blessed enough to know him while he was here, only to read a RIP and wonder “who is this” and go read – go discover spend an hour listening to his soul pour forth and wonder – how did i miss this beauty?

we can never hold beauty, though, for it is fleeting and you risk tearing its wings if you place it in a cage – so we must set it free for all to find it in a blink, in a dream, in a post from a ghost that fills a machine with words who sometimes wonders…. 

 

 

(i shall try to visit all of you very soon ~ a)

mediocrity

(is one name for it… nothing like cranking out a paper after a day at work that starts at midnight and ends with your head swimming – not even enough care to proofread – it is only copied here because tomorrow i shall finally re-read and hang my head in shame – procrastination as an adult is even worse than as a child of twenty – what would Nietzsche say… “mediocrity!”)

 

“There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Modernism was not dead by the 19th Century, but it was taking a turn toward the Post-Modern, as group absolutes gave way to a more individualistic interpretation. The search for answers via concrete experience outweighed the previously lauded abstract principles. Interpretation of history was questioned as men, such as Charles Darwin and Friedrich Nietzsche, made bold statements about the origin of man and our evolution as thinking beings.

It could be said that Charles Darwin changed the course of history when he pronounced, “Man still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.” [1] It was not this sentence that started a revolution, but the context from which it stemmed, that of  evolution. Darwin’s pronouncement that man evolved from an earlier ancestor, off a branch from the ape, was an unwelcome discovery for anyone who embraced the idea of Creator. He not only debunked God, but he deflated man’s ego for no longer was there a ‘chosen’ species.

“For Darwin, even the mental faculties of human beings, including love and reason, were acquired during the course of evolutionary descent from earlier primate forms.” [2]

Darwin’s evolutionary statements, however, remained rather tame in light of the subject matter. He explored certain ideas regarding man’s place within society, such as cognition, but his main focus was scientific, not philosophic.

Friedrich Nietzsche was a young adult when Darwin published, “Origin of the Species”. Thought Nietzsche did not embrace many of Darwin’s evolutionary ideas, it must be said that his evolutionary findings certainly weighed on his later philosophical explorations.
“In short, for Nietzsche, Darwinism is necessary but not sufficient to account for the creative and progressive process of organic evolution (especially the ongoing development of our own species).”[3]

Darwin addressed the fallibility of man, man’s evolutionary downfalls from a biological standpoint, however, it was Nietzsche who took evolution a step further by declaring that man no longer needed theology. “God is dead!” was Nietzsche’s battle cry to the masses.

“His penetrating genius not only distinguished between the “master morality” of creative individuals and the “slave morality” of the inept masses, but also contributed disquieting insights into the psychological motives of Christian beliefs and religious practices, e.g., guilt, pity, and resentment.” [4]

Nietzsche strongly believed that “Guilt before God: this thought becomes an instrument of torture to him. He apprehends in “God” the ultimate antithesis of his own ineluctable animal instincts” [5]  This stronghold of guilt, leading to a punishment – good vs bad conscious dynamic – is what man must break free from in order to evolve. Nietzsche sees man’s current evolutionary state as mediocre. Unlike Darwin, though, he believes that it is not the “fittest”, but those with “will to power” shall evolve and be the supreme species.

Darwin and Nietzsche disagreed on various aspects regarding the future of man, however, they did agree on the history of man – a product of evolution. Whilst evolution denotes that the species that survives is the “fittest”, it does not mean that either man regarded current man as a superior species. Nietzsche writes of this man who shall some day evolve:

“This man of the future, who will redeem us not only from the hitherto reigning ideal but also from that which was bound to grow out of it, the great nausea, the will to nothingness, nihilism;… this victor of God and nothingness – he must come one day – “ [6]

Until then, we continue with our Darwinian “stamp of lowly origin” fighting against the confines of mediocrity.

 

 

[1] Darwin, Charles: The descent of man. 1871

[2] Dr. H. James Brix, “Nietzsche, Darwin & Time: From Scientific Evolution to Metaphysical Speculation.” Philosophyonline.com

[3] Ibid.

[4] Ibid.

[5] Nietzsche, Friedrich, “Geneology of Morals.” Basic Writings of Nietzsche. The Modern Library, 1992.

[6] Ibid.

 

21 grams

he rode a white bicycle through the library, on the strip of grey tile between navy carpeting. a co-worker exclaimed, “what is He doing!”  – to that i just smiled and said, “let me handle it”.  they sat at a table covered with paper and coffee cups and a book. she looked at me when i approached with a scowl, he with a grin. the white bicycle was propped against a window in which there was no picture. shoes, her shoes or were they my shoes, TOMS , took up the whole scene until he spoke, “sit down” 

An odd dream sequence that will not leave my mind. There is more to it, but we will leave it at that for it really serves no real purpose to this post other than to further extend the question of the mind – what is it – where is it – does it conjure dreams?

Puzzling – for even if the mind exists beyond the body is the mind not an extension of the brain which is of the body? The mind is the consciousness that helps us to rationalize our interaction with reality. If the mind continues to exist beyond the body where did it reside in the first place?

I believe that we are energy as we are matter that is subject to the cycles of nature, yet, energy alone does not make up the mind. What perplexes me is why the mind would remain after the body dies…what would be the function of it? We seem not to continue within our same ‘mind set’ after death – if we did, it would seem that we would continue among the living making our presence known… or at least one would think.

Someone else commented on the perception of time – our use of time as to define reality – perhaps there is more to that and the mind connection. Is time travel a possibility because our mind is not ‘fixed’ in what we perceive as existence… perhaps this is what is meant by ‘meditative enlightenment’ before death – our mind has broken free from our body while we are still a conscious being… or not ~

The above was my response to a thread in one of my classes — it is hard to remember which one when attempting three on different aspects of philosophy. The question was addressing the idea of Descartes’s Dualism – the mind/body connection. Descartes bothers me; his ideas ‘make me itch’ (as I oft like to say of the annoying). What do I know, he is said to be the Father of modern philosophy…

stream thoughts on Nietzsche’s ideas onpunishment 

- is this not ingrained within, not a by-product of the formation of societies, for did not God set the example by punishing us if we are to believe the story of Adam & Eve (even if it is a parable, it sets the precedent for disobeying = punishment)

-then do we have free will – really – for have we not been set up? we remain controlled for did God not wish for us to fail (fall)  (this stems as my counter to Descartes argument that God would not let us fall/fail)

- punishment is the pain that sets our memory, ergo, did God want us to remember him via banishment

- God is Dead … or did we need to kill him?

It is interesting for there is a cyclical rhythm to these courses. A constant stream as to defining self – defining the purpose of the human within the world. A higher power must come into question for do we not need to answer self in part by understanding how we came into existence.

As I played catch up with lectures regarding Nietzsche, Descartes’s words kept honing into the conversation. Nietzsche so quick to point to the fallibility, the irony, of this higher being whilst Descartes posits his whole philosophy on how it must be true for God would not set him to fall.

I posit the question “of did we need to kill him” not to be blasphemous or disrespectful (believe it or not – I attend ‘lecture’ almost every weekend) but as a way to approach what Nietzsche implies in a less philosophical bent. Nietzsche believes that a faction of non-believers have come about because they no longer wish to feel guilt – a guilt that derives from the debtor owing the creditor – as if we owe God via our moral allegiance because we have failed him already in our fall – our imperfections. In Nietzsche’s mind we would act in a different accord if we embraced our strength as we did before we became ‘un-wild’.

perhaps Descartes is right – perhaps Nietzsche is right – perhaps if we dream tonight about a hug so tight that it leaves a warmth on our waking skin, that is right…. or,  perhaps it is God who has failed to wake up from the dream & now, right now, we are part of his nightmare…

sweet dreams

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“When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
— Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)

no worries, this post has nothing to do about romance or missed connection — no, it has everything to do with serendipity

It is the final week for one of my MOOC courses, a beginning philosophy course, in which we have studied a little bit of Everything including Morality, Scientific Realism and finally, Time Travel. Tonight, playing catch up on several courses, I attempted to ‘wind down’ by watching a bit of lecture on time travel. Must say, a bit of a shocker to tune in to see a professor in what I thought was odd Scottish garb, only to find out he is lecturing in his very own Steampunk costume! Despite the initial distraction, I tune in and his words start to get me –

the mind takes me traveling backward until I see distinct images of a puzzle – flashes of an airport, an insane asylum and streets in dark chaos

– flashes from scenes from “12 Monkeys”, a film I remember vividly – leaving the theatre, hitting the local pancake house, smoking furiously as we argued about the meaning of the plot. I became obsessed. Not because it was a wonderful film, but because I had a very hard time wrapping my brain around the concept of how it all worked in time – present, future and past –

we desire things More when they elude  us ~ it need to be the lover that rejects us, it could be a problem we cannot seem to solve

– puzzled by the lecture, I slip into the discussion forum. A thread catches my eye – I still don’t know why-  I follow the words finding the professor has commented too- I skim discussions beyond my realm – then, there it is – sweet serendipity - a link to a photo feed –

does your heart ever quicken – your mind race- though you know not why

– bizarre pictures of LEGO like machines – reps of steampunk – THEN, there is a picture of a man holding a book, or is it a DVD, next to a film poster with a name that has the mind traveling backward into that grey recess of remembering –

Le Jetee

– a title of the book I found was the inspiration behind the film “12 Monkeys”. Almost 20 years ago, I tried to order it from overseas via Borders to no avail – I knew nothing of it, only that is was an essay of the film in stills, black & white. After six months of trying, it fell way to where unrequited quests go –

our memory, some theorize a container that holds everything, especially those things that cause our senses pain 

– tonight, there is no pain, no sadness, but elation for technology has propelled me forward – never did I know about the original film - never did I have access to purchasing the book on my own -

perhaps you are like me and enjoy something of a mind bender, an exploration of time travel and the human condition… 

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