Sunday, November 18, 2012

For in that sleep of death...


...what dreams may come...

What dreams indeed.  It's been a long time, Reader.  I told you to expect as much.  No posting schedules for this, hrm, writer.  We'll go with that title.

I've been trying to come up with ideas for this blog.  My original intent was to just have it be a collection of things that I find interesting, worth putting into the world.  Unfortunately, I'm gripped by crippling insecurity and self-doubt, and every time I sat down to write something, I wondered what people would think, and I convinced myself that "people" would hate it.  Avert your eyes, younglings, when I say Fuck That.

I have better ideas now, something I can do with this thing.  However, because of my mercurial nature, I don't think sharing my ideas is wise.  Better to just follow through with actions (meaning posts), and let you figure the ideas out for yourselves.  Yourself.  How many people read this thing anyway...?

So why the Shakespeare quote?  It contains a movie title.  

In a period of approximately ten days, I had three separate conversations about the movie What Dreams May Come.  The conversations weren't important to this story.  Hell, I barely remember two of them!  I'd seen the movie years ago, and I liked it.  I loved it.  It's a wonderful love story, one that explores the boundaries of life and death, Heaven & Hell, the concept of soul-mates, and the types of love ranging from familial to romantic to platonic.  I knew the movie was based on a book, but I’d never read it.  Well, gentle and patient Reader, I have read it now. 

The movie version of this story was great, but it wasn’t the same as the book.  The novel What Dreams May Come was written by Richard Matheson in 1978.  If his name sounds familiar it’s because he wrote I am Legend, countless short stories, and he writes for movies and television.  Back to Dreams though…  It.  Is.  Timeless.  Simply timeless.  And what’s more amazing is his claim that the only thing fictional about the story is the “characters and their relationships”.  He includes in his novel an extensive bibliography that he encourages his readers to read.  How extensive?  Seventy-one authors, some of them with more than one title on the list.  It’ll take me years, years, to finish reading this stuff.

Sigh.. I’m tired and getting distracted.  What makes this book so timeless is the simple way of conveying such a heavy, complex concept as “afterlife”.  It’s a beautiful portrayal of what happens after we die, but not just that either.  In the book you’ll find what love is.  You’ll find what emotions are.  You’ll find that thought is reality—thoughts are everything.  You’ll learn where inspiration comes from.  The ways the Universe (or your name for God) touches us.  I can’t say more, for fear of robbing you of the thrill of discovery, of the excitement of reading the book for yourself.  And if you’ve seen the movie and feel that suffices, please know that you’re wrong.  I can’t be nice about it.  Just read the book and have your mind be blown, albeit in the best of ways.

Again, I’m tired, and distracted, and now losing my nerve.  I don’t think I said what I set out to say, but I can’t let that stop me.  I’m posting this.  I have to post something, don’t I?

Until Next.