Miscellaneous Thoughts
I'm starting to get revved up about the Return of the King, the latest and final chapter of the Lord of the Rings. The trailer looks incredible. At the moment the first two films are probably my favourites of all time. Maybe this'll change in a few years, but it would have to be something really special to top the experience I had when I first saw Fellowship in the cinema. Wellll, roll on the 17th December.

I feel the urge coming to write, draw, paint, sing, play, compose and generally create.....maybe synthesise all these and make a movie?? Soft images and hard words, or vice versa.....gentle melodies giving way to harsh sounds....what the hell am I saying? But I'm free writing here just typing away whatever comes into my head...try it sometime it's liberating. Why am I stuck on this money thing, I want independence, but haven't gotten there yet, one of these days manna will fall from the sky and the ship will sail into the west carrying me and mine home to Valinor!! LOTR reference for anyone reading this who knows anything about that sort of thing. And what about that Elvish language? It's like the onomatopeia of magic, it's fantasy and magic put into sound....beautiful to hear....

Im Alcareru, Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad.
Alcareru, melethron en Cenire. :)

This is magic distilled into words. Speaking of words, they're dangerous....in the wrong hands the pen is indeed mightier than the sword, in that it can mobilise a lot of swords pretty damn quickly. What's the point of it all? In one hundred years none of us will be around so what does it matter, what's the purpose? Dark thoughts sometimes creep through, y'know like we're all going to be feeding worms one day, it's just a question of how and when. And what of immortality (going back to the elf thing again)? Would anyone really want to live forever? Dunno it seems to me that what's here might be better than what's on the other side.....is it oblivion? Now think about that for a moment. We're just (to quote Monty Python) spiralling coils of self-replicating DNA. If we are just biological machines programmed fundamentally to reproduce, despite our sophistication and complexity, what happens when the machine gets scrapped and recycled? Is an afterlife just wishful thinking on the part of a bunch of self-aware organic molecules, condemned to ponder it's existence until it that existence fades away? Listen to Radiohead's Fade Out on their album The Bends for a VERY bleak look at life and death. Or is our complexity evidence of a higher power, something that could never have evolved on its own? The Golden Mean, the laws of Physics, natural constants....hmmm. Maybe someone's trying to tell us something. Then again, maybe it's just co-incidence or, simply, the way the cookie crumbled. "We are stardust, we are golden, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden." And we are.

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