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Is there really a separation between the liars and those who truly feel love? I feel disillusioned sometimes, remembering love professed by people who I felt didn't understand the magnitude of the words they were using, who I thought were stepping on the name 'love'. But who am I to know? Perhaps every scrap of affection represented by that word
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Sam: You really want to know?
Daniel: I really want to know.
Sam: Even though you won't be able to do anything to help?
Daniel: Even if that's the case, yeah.
Sam: OK. The truth is actually... I'm in love.
Daniel: Sorry?
Sam: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is I'm in love and I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Daniel: Aren't you a bit young to be in love?
Sam: No.
Daniel: Oh, OK, right.
The character of Sam in Love Actually really sums it up for me. I've been told that I won't know what love is until I'm older, but no one can really tell you what it is, or whether or not you feel it. This is the other one that comes to mind, I give you a quote from a very cool and thought provoking movie, "Waking Life":
"Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation... and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or, "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that.
But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate... all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger, or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth... and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we-- we feel that we have connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for."
Hm. I should buy that movie. Why not.
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