Friday, October 20, 2006

Ahhh...Villians of Honor, the Sith






I just recently saw Star Wars III, Revenge of the Sith. Odd as it seems, I have never seen Star Wars or even been able to get deeply into it. I don't remember where I was or what I was doing when the saga began; but I wasn't sitting in a dark theater shoveling popcorn through my lips from the edge of my seat. Nothing personal; just never connected. I was probably working. Anyway... I like the Sith. I like villians with honor. Yes, young Skywalker had to do some terrible things for his immortality, but his seemless union with the Dark Side was fascinating. His descent into darkness not told quite well is a marvelous evolution, dipped in chocolate dark. The sun shines even darker from the unbridled "force" no longer restricted by small minds and inefficeint emotional germs. It's odd to me how his "friends" (the all-knowing Jedi) could never communicate or connect with his true needs or hungers. It's odd how the "common enemy" was able to deliver with a bonus. The "common enemy" was able to show him compassion and confidence and welcome him as a son. Not only was the Sith able to promise power "someday" but to demonstrate power "now" and deliver it a on a silver platter. But best of all, the Sith knew when he was needed and he "immediately" went to claim his fallen herald, even from the clutches of death. Hey, that's cool...who needs a Jedi when there are faithful Sith with far more power and access to more. Ah yes, enter Vader; let the music begin ....

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M

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Are We Who We Think We Are?






We have studied the earth. We have studied its creatures. We have studied ourselves. Does that knowledge equal fact or perception? Can our perceptions mold fact?




I have been watching a fantastic show on NBC called Heroes on Monday nights. The Plot: A group of seemingly ordinary people around the world discover that they may have incredible special abilities. However, with responsibility comes terrible danger as they try to come together and avoid those who would like to capture them. A male nurse begins having strange dreams in which he can fly and begins to wonder if he really can, a 15 year old cheerleader finds out that she is indestructible and can regenerate and heal, an online stripper struggling to support her son, begins to see her strange and terrifying images of herself in the mirror and wonders if her reflection is alive, a junkie painter can paint future events, and a struggling Japanese businessman finds out he can not only manipulate time, but that he can also time travel as well. As they discover their powers, evil begins to hunt them in the form of a powerful and shady businessman/scientist who wants to find out more about them.

I am thrilled by the possibility that "ordinary" people can evolve into "extraordinary" beings but still appear just the same as everyone else. I grew up on mutants and aliens; not to mention, great power at the price of permanent disfugurement. But those are old heroes and villians. Personally, I don't know that it would have mattered to me whether hero or villian so long as I had the great power. Sad; but honest. I am not sure that has changed. Besides, one man's hero is another man's villian. What are we to ourselves vs to everyone else? What greatness lies betwixt the folds of our brain's unused portions?

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M

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Lurking Reality Reflected


The reflection of our nature leaves us screaming "monsters"
like madmen in the shadow of the moon hiding from the Son.


The monsters and the evils of the world all begin with human existence. Even from birth, some humans are just plain bad. Occassionally, even the mother must admit the truth and cower in fear and humiliation. Perhaps they come from somewhere else that way. Perhaps at the time of conception, they were injected with evil. Perhaps man's basic nature ultimately finds its way to the surface as evil. I don't fear demons or monsters. Everything dies or can be led to that end. Only one being has the ultimate say in the universe and sometimes, when I am not myself, He calls me friend. In theory, a coin has two sides. In theory, it will land on one side just as easily as the other. In theory, it takes no more energy to choose light than dark. In reflection, the coin did not start from 90 degrees; but 45 toward the darkest of directions. 90 degrees was re-established at the cross. It may have been old and rugged; but it wasn't leaning.


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M