don't give me your time displacement theory, religion and science are the same sides of the coin, spinning along human understanding, like a flip switch upon on which we wait.
i lived that movie thrice, once when i was younger, a sparkle in some one's eye, then i lived it now in the blink of an eye and tomorrow never dies, i lived all my possible futures, when six becomes nine, zeros and ones, eleven eleven, seven by seven.
the ending never comes, just seems like one endless sequence, a loop of suffering with intermittent joy if your lucky it may last a while.
anything less is no surprise, you don't have to count your blessings, 1 2 and 3 but they are precious and worth knowing especially when the heroine surrenders her beauty to some lesser concept and the the hero sacrifices truth for compromise, it's the safe option but it's not for me, yet that's the reality sandwich, that's the come down, that's the freaking bottom line.
the audience suspends disbelief. why would they invest in something they care so little about, truth, beauty, the unknown when they can plug into the shopping channel or e bay or some soap operatics. you're cursed because you followed all the clues
and in your edits and your juxtapositions relationships that never quite met or reached potential, dissipated, they return to source only to return again in that endless cycle of mundane stagnation.
i hesitate to see the sequel, lived it, imagined it, i played the main protagonist and she played me, it's not that unique. eve ate the apple, adam followed, we been unravelling our dna ever since.