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Saturday, January 27, 2007 I just feel like re-pasting a previous post from another portal about a year ago, when I first watched dark waters. It is still as poignant as ever for me. ~ ~ I have just watched Dark Waters at the time of entry (I know it is a dated film, but I am a cultural laggard). It is not about the horror but the semblance of time and love that struck me right at my deepest core. The mother protects her girl with all her effort, while playing her maternal role in the salvation of the less fortunate otherworldly child, who drowned (and came back for parental care). The personification of evil in this movie is not really one, as it surely is at best a despondent soul who seeks enlightenment, albeit in a fashion that deprives another. What really got my attention, is the last scene where the slow-motions show parents picking up kids one by one, till one remains. Will the incident repeat itself? Fortunately, the mother comes by just in time. ~ ~ It must seem rudimentary and even be taken for granted when things go according to how we expect them to be, just as the mother in the movie. When is it that your parent last missed picking you up from kindergarten or primary school altogether, if we still do remember? Do we take things too easily, and assume that every little thing ends up being accounted for elsewhere else, to be picked up upon at a farewell address somewhere down journey's end? The little girl, whose wide eyes survey and ponder at her non-corporeality, are familiar figures if we observe hard enough. We see our parents around, but at best give them a nod of the head or grunt for a moment's peace. The kid who asks the parents for some time, but ends on his own, in a little deluded world. The parent who asks the child for some time, but ends up on her own, in a little deluded world. ~ ~ In the pursuit to make our lives richer and richer, is there something that gnaws a cavity in the heart as we lay our pockets with security, right down to an end in itself? What is sacrifice, if it can bring about salvation that we lead a more fulfiling life in memory, and of memory? To move ahead confidently, we pick up others with us, not leave others behind. ~ ~ It is easy to dream as it is easy to recall, but it is harder to reminisce. It is easy to satiate the mundanely physical, but much harder to soothe the metaphysical. I like to think that consensus is easy, but it retards others in your life to move on as well, just as a simple yes does not necessitate that everyone will be better off from agreement. Engaging a past long gone is problematic, just as nostalgia does not mean that we want to go back to the past. Such is the frivolous nature of humanity, that we ignore close realities, and burden ourselves with what we cannot see, or expect to see in some future. Most times, if we do view it then, we cannot retrace the previous vantage point anymore. Revisiting is not an option of life, as is regret. The girl in the movie has a chat with her mother 10 years after the sacrifice, within separate dimensions. She revisits, she recounts, she remembers (interaction both ways). Do we have similar time and space to conduct such conversations? I read in a book a while back, that people do not tell their loved ones that they love them, till ten minutes before they pass on. Then they pass on. After they pass on. ~ ~ Legacy is useful, but is redundant to me, at least. Why wait? Not at least love, but at least that we do not overlook our immediates as pedestrian. As necessary as it seems, we do pass up at the last moment. We might as well play the fool and allow others to assume the farce. We do know fools end up better off at times. weijie froze in time on 27.1.07

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