There isn’t perfect cinema.
We watch to be numbed, to be taken out of ourselves.
But sometimes, sometimes,
There is something that hits us hard, hard in our hearts.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Crack. Sparkles.
And we know we are connecting with the greater creative.
The author Elizabeth Gilbert says:
“Ideas move around space, seeking humans who will take them on and give them life.”
According to Gilbert, humans do not give rise to ideas:
“Ideas exist independently of us. This means that ideas are free to come and go as they please”.
I believe this. I’ve seen it in action, and it has been both sad and pleasing.
I think that it happens beyond movies.
It’s food, it’s books, stories, entire lives.
I have a lot of magic falling in my lap right now.
Some of it I’ve created on my own,
some of it has clearly been creatively crafted by the universe
and the timing is precise.
I feel like my head is surrounded by glitter bombs.
I hope you can see them going off