Waxing Frustration - Where Did the Fantastic Go?
So, once again I sit here after a good movie, thinking on the majesties of discovery I'm denying myself by sitting here every day. (Incidentally, Hellboy II is a DAMN good movie.) I get very philosophical after movies with fanciful realms, mysterious creatures, epic struggles.
What a dreadfully dull world we inhabit. I have seen more than enough to know more exists, which we do not see day by day. Only glimpses, now and then, as the mind drifts through vistas only the lens of childhood once grasped. Turn it just a little, and clarity melts to fog.
How many wonders have we stomped or scared away? How far away have we really come from the brutal apes hiding in caves from the gods' fury above?
Could I find them again, those ancient mysteries? Are there any left to find? Were there any in the first place? I don't even know where to start looking, whether proof could be discovered at all. Thrashing about on the screen doesn't help, I know. Yet it seems that's all I'm capable of doing now. Of doing in this world.
What a dreadfully dull world we inhabit. I have seen more than enough to know more exists, which we do not see day by day. Only glimpses, now and then, as the mind drifts through vistas only the lens of childhood once grasped. Turn it just a little, and clarity melts to fog.
How many wonders have we stomped or scared away? How far away have we really come from the brutal apes hiding in caves from the gods' fury above?
Could I find them again, those ancient mysteries? Are there any left to find? Were there any in the first place? I don't even know where to start looking, whether proof could be discovered at all. Thrashing about on the screen doesn't help, I know. Yet it seems that's all I'm capable of doing now. Of doing in this world.