Interstellar / mind.

Sitting here detached from the world I have recsinded myself from reality. Or is my reality constructed false? The grand scale is monumentally shrouded by our own ignorance. But what is bliss without that complexity?

Great care has gone into the creation of Interstellar. It has tuned the mold which film depicts space, time, love, nature, faith and most importantly life itself. There is palpable dialogue to the current world state and to the future that may present itself. The human message is screaming at you, the sound design shatters your core, the 70mm feed is blindingly real and your mind resets. Chris and his brother, Jonathan Nolan (Jonah), have emmased a vision to the concept of being human. Being alive. It is very difficult to describe without seeing the picture, but it jumps at you, scares you and will make you emotional. The human spirit dances and your neurons fire; binding you to a metaphysical state.

Conceptually, this film is spot on. Whatever you hear through critisism, be that about how they portrayed scientists, timescapes or dialogue flaws; let it go. Spend a night (or two) at the theatre and let yourself go, fall in love with it and let love fall with gravity for you. It has rekindled the thoughts of what is now, and what is for the future. Here we sit, day-to-day wondering about the next thing we buy or the next trip we go on. This remedial complacency is exactly what deters us from doing anything greater as a whole. Humans continue to fight against each other or go careless about ailments that affect us all. We share this world with all other living things; why do we consider ourselves as a species in control of an outcome? Question that.

I was enlightened by this work, taken further into my mind to what I forsee as a life. To push past the now, the easy, the why not; to where can I be next. Its complicated to produce the verbiage , but it is a fire that pushes me to the cosmos, to the worm hole, to my past, my present and my hopeful future.

Be here, enjoy the now. But don’t forget the next, the where, the why and when.

See you in another dimension


The following poem by Dylan Thomas encapsulates the bodied message in Interstellar (and was used directly in the film).

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

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