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## Chapter 1 - Dream is Destiny
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<p>(Two kids -- a girl and a boy -- playing a game of "frog")</p>
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<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_01_1.jpg"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_01_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 1 - Dream is Destiny" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Um, pick a color.</p>
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<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="/img/WakingLife_01_1.jpg"><img src="/img/WakingLife_01_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 1 - Dream is Destiny" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Um, pick a color.</p>
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<p>Blue.</p>
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<p>B-L-U-E. Pick a number.</p>
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<p>Eight.</p>
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## Chapter 10 - Dreams
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<p>(Main character walks into a white building - with stained glass windows - and approaches a man sitting in a chair.)</p>
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_10_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_10_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 10 - Dreams" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey, how's it going?</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_10_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_10_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 10 - Dreams" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey, how's it going?</p>
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<p>You know, they say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life? See, there's a lot of us that are out there that are mapping the mind-body relationship, of dreams. We're called the oneironauts. We're the explorers of the dream-world. Really, it's just about the two opposing states of consciousness which don't really oppose, at all. See, in the waking world, the neural system inhibits the activation of the vividness of memories. And this makes evolutionary sense. See you'd be maladapted for the perceptual image of a predator to be mistaken for the memory of one, and vice-versa. If the memory of a predator conjured up a perceptual image, we would be running off to the bathroom every time we had a scary thought. So you have these serotonic neurons that inhibit hallucinations that they themselves are inhibited during REM sleep. See this allows dreams to appear real, while preventing competition from other perceptual processes. This is why dreams are mistaken for reality. To the functional system of neural activity that creates our world, there is no difference between dreaming a perception and an action, and actually the waking perception and action.</p>
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<p>***</p>
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<p>(A guy is playing a ukelele.)</p>
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THE HOLY MOMENT
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_11_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_11_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 11 - The Holy Moment" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Cinema, in its essence, is, well it's about an introduction to reality, which is that, like, reality is actually reproduced. And for him, it might sound like a storytelling medium, really. And he feels like, um ... like ... like ... like literature is better for telling a story. You know, and if you tell a story or even like a joke, like you know "This guy walks into a bar and, you know, he sees a dwarf." That works really well because you're imagining this guy and this dwarf in the bar and there's this kind of imaginative aspect to it. But in film, you don't have that because you actually are filming a specific guy, in a specific bar, with a specific dwarf, of a specific height, who looks a certain way, right?
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_11_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_11_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 11 - The Holy Moment" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Cinema, in its essence, is, well it's about an introduction to reality, which is that, like, reality is actually reproduced. And for him, it might sound like a storytelling medium, really. And he feels like, um ... like ... like ... like literature is better for telling a story. You know, and if you tell a story or even like a joke, like you know "This guy walks into a bar and, you know, he sees a dwarf." That works really well because you're imagining this guy and this dwarf in the bar and there's this kind of imaginative aspect to it. But in film, you don't have that because you actually are filming a specific guy, in a specific bar, with a specific dwarf, of a specific height, who looks a certain way, right?
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So like, um, for Bazin, what the ontology of film has to do is it has to deal with, you know, with what photography also has an ontology of, except that it adds this dimension of time to it, and this greater realism. And so, like, it's about that guy, at that moment, in that space. And, you know, Bazin is like a Christian, so he, like, believes that, you know, God obviously ended up like, everything ... he believes, for him reality and God are the same. You know, like ... and so what film is actually capturing is like God incarnate, creating. And this very moment, God is manifesting as this. And what the film would capture if it was filming us right now would be like God as this table, and God as you, and God as me, and God looking the way we look right now, and saying and thinking what we're thinking right now, because we are all God manifest in that sense. So film is actually like a record of God, or of the face of God, or of the ever-changing face of God. You have a mosquito. Do you want me to get it for you? You got it.
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## Chapter 12 - Society Is a Fraud
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<p>(Four guys are walking down the street. They take turns talking)</p>
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_12_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_12_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 12 - Society Is a Fraud" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible.</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_12_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_12_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 12 - Society Is a Fraud" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible.</p>
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<p>On the way to discovering what we love, we will find everything we hate, everything that blocks our path of what we desire.</p>
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<p>The comfort will never be comfortable for those who seek what is not on the market.</p>
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<p>A systematic questioning of the idea of happiness.</p>
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## Chapter 13 - Dreamers
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_13_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_13_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 13 - Dreamers" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character is walking along railroad tracks, beside a train. A guy jumps out of the train with a "Free Radio" t-shirt on)</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_13_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_13_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 13 - Dreamers" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character is walking along railroad tracks, beside a train. A guy jumps out of the train with a "Free Radio" t-shirt on)</p>
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_14_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_14_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 14 - Ants" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw, I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_14_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_14_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 14 - Ants" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw, I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?
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Yeah. Yeah, no. I don't want to be an ant either. Heh. Yeah, thanks for kind of jostling me there. I've been kind of on zombie auto-pilot lately, I don't feel like an ant in my head, but I guess I probably look like one. It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road. And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decide to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like, um, freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.
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## Chapter 15 - We Are the Authors
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_15_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_15_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 15 - We Are the Authors" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character is now on a subway, and from his body language, it seems he's expected it to stop before it has.)</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_15_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_15_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 15 - We Are the Authors" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character is now on a subway, and from his body language, it seems he's expected it to stop before it has.)</p>
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<p>***</p>
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<p>(We see a bridge from afar, and move to it. Now on the bridge, we see a shining light, from which a crazy looking guy with a big afro appears. This is poet Timothy "Speed" Levitch.)</p>
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<p>"On this bridge," Lorca warns, "life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware." And so many think because Then happened, Now isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood <em>is</em> life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self awareness.</p>
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<p>(Main character with man walking on street covered by a red fog)</p>
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_16_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_16_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 16 - Meet Yourself" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>You haven't met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself. Examine the nature of everything you observe. For instance, you might find yourself walking through a dream parking lot. And yes, those are dream feet inside of your dream shoes. Part of your dream self. And so, the person that you appear to be in the dream cannot be who you really are. This is an image, a mental model.
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_16_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_16_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 16 - Meet Yourself" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>You haven't met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself. Examine the nature of everything you observe. For instance, you might find yourself walking through a dream parking lot. And yes, those are dream feet inside of your dream shoes. Part of your dream self. And so, the person that you appear to be in the dream cannot be who you really are. This is an image, a mental model.
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<p>(Main character meets the same girl he saw in the beginning when he was on the phone. [In fact, this is not the same individual.])
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## Chapter 17 - Performance
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_17_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_17_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 17 - Performance" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character is walking, with a craggy wall of rock behind him, when a man passes in the opposite direction.)</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_17_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_17_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 17 - Performance" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character is walking, with a craggy wall of rock behind him, when a man passes in the opposite direction.)</p>
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<p>Kierkegaard's last words were, "Sweep me up."</p>
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<p>(Character enters a club, where the group from the beginning is playing, and a number of couples are dancing. He sits and watches, before getting up and walking into the next scene.)</p>
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## Chapter 18 - Trapped in a Dream
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<p>(A guy is playing a pinball machine, seemingly the same guy who rode with him in the back of the boat car. This part is played by Richard Linklater, aka, the director.)</p>
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<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_18_1.jpg"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_18_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 18 - Trapped in a Dream" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey, man.</p>
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<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="/img/WakingLife_18_1.jpg"><img src="/img/WakingLife_18_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 18 - Trapped in a Dream" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Hey, man.</p>
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<p>Hey.</p>
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<p>Weren't you in a boat car? You know, the guy, the guy with the hat? He gave me a ride in his car, or boat thing, and you were in the back seat with me?</p>
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<p>I mean, I'm not saying that you don't know what you're talking about, but I don't know what you're talking about.</p>
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## Chapter 19 - Wake Up!
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_19_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_19_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 19 - Wake Up!" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character wakes up, is seen walking down a couple streets, exquisite piano music is playing, he walks towards a house, checks the door, walks to the driveway where a car is parked. He looks up at the sky and starts to float upwards, tries to grab onto the car door handle, misses twice, keeps floating up and floats away to nothing.)</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_19_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_19_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 19 - Wake Up!" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character wakes up, is seen walking down a couple streets, exquisite piano music is playing, he walks towards a house, checks the door, walks to the driveway where a car is parked. He looks up at the sky and starts to float upwards, tries to grab onto the car door handle, misses twice, keeps floating up and floats away to nothing.)</p>
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_02_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_02_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 2 - Anchors Aweigh" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character walks through the airport and telephones his friend - 322.0031. There's a girl there, and he sees her.)
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_02_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_02_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 2 - Anchors Aweigh" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Main character walks through the airport and telephones his friend - 322.0031. There's a girl there, and he sees her.)
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Hey man, it's me. Um, I just got back into town. I thought maybe I could bum a ride off you or something, but that's cool. I could probably just take a cab, something like that. Um -- Yeah, I guess I'll hang out with you later, something like that.
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_03_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_03_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Life Lessons" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair. But I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre once interviewed said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. But one thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as a real kind of exuberance of feeling on top of it. It's like your life is yours to create. I've read the postmodernists with some interest, even admiration. But when I read them, I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more that you talk about a person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as fragmented or marginalized, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about. It's something very concrete. It's you and me talking. Making decisions. Doing things and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in the world and counting. Nevertheless, what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms. Makes a difference to other people and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_03_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_03_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Life Lessons" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair. But I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre once interviewed said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. But one thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as a real kind of exuberance of feeling on top of it. It's like your life is yours to create. I've read the postmodernists with some interest, even admiration. But when I read them, I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more that you talk about a person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as fragmented or marginalized, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about. It's something very concrete. It's you and me talking. Making decisions. Doing things and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in the world and counting. Nevertheless, what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms. Makes a difference to other people and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_03_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_03_2_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Life Lessons" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_03_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_03_2_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Life Lessons" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_04_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_04_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Alienation" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character enters a house. Next, we see him taking off his shoes, laying down, and picking up a book, yet the pages appear to be blank. He looks at his alarm clock, and the numbers do not focus, but rather dance around. He lays back and we seem to hear the wind, as if we're near the ocean, after which the main character floats off his bed and through the roof, proceeding to fly over the burbs. We next seem to move from the sky to the ground ...)
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_04_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_04_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 4 - Alienation" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(The main character enters a house. Next, we see him taking off his shoes, laying down, and picking up a book, yet the pages appear to be blank. He looks at his alarm clock, and the numbers do not focus, but rather dance around. He lays back and we seem to hear the wind, as if we're near the ocean, after which the main character floats off his bed and through the roof, proceeding to fly over the burbs. We next seem to move from the sky to the ground ...)
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_05_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_05_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 5 - Death and Reality" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(A couple are in bed talking -- Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke)
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_05_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_05_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 5 - Death and Reality" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(A couple are in bed talking -- Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke)
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<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_05_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_05_2_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 5 - Death and Reality" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>I'll get you motherfuckers if it's the last thing I do. Oh, you're going to pay for what you did to me. For every second I spend in this hellhole, I'll see you spend a year in living hell! Oh, you fucks are going to beg me to let you die. No, no, not yet. I want you cocksuckers to suffer. Oh, I'll fix your fuckin' asses all right. Maybe a long needle in your eardrum. A hot cigar in your eye. Nothin' fancy. Some molten lead up the ass. Ooh! Or, better still, some of that old Apache shit. Cut your eyelids off. Yeah. I'll just listen to you fucks screamin'. Oh, what sweet music that'll be. Yeah, I'll do it in a hospital. With doctors and nurses so you pricks don't die on me too quick. You know the best part? The best part is you dick-smokin' faggots will have your eyelids cut off, so you'll have to watch me do it to you, yeah. You'll see me bring that cigar closer and closer to your wide-open eyeball till you're almost out of your mind. But not quite 'cause I want it to last a long, long time. Huh. I want you to know that it's me, that I'm the one who is doing it to you. Me! And that sissy psychiatrist? What unmitigated ignorance! That old drunken fart of a judge! What a pompous ass! Judge not lest ye be judged! All of you pukes are gonna die the day I get out of this shithole! I guarantee you'll regret the day you ever met me!
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<a href="/img/WakingLife_05_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_05_2_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 5 - Death and Reality" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>I'll get you motherfuckers if it's the last thing I do. Oh, you're going to pay for what you did to me. For every second I spend in this hellhole, I'll see you spend a year in living hell! Oh, you fucks are going to beg me to let you die. No, no, not yet. I want you cocksuckers to suffer. Oh, I'll fix your fuckin' asses all right. Maybe a long needle in your eardrum. A hot cigar in your eye. Nothin' fancy. Some molten lead up the ass. Ooh! Or, better still, some of that old Apache shit. Cut your eyelids off. Yeah. I'll just listen to you fucks screamin'. Oh, what sweet music that'll be. Yeah, I'll do it in a hospital. With doctors and nurses so you pricks don't die on me too quick. You know the best part? The best part is you dick-smokin' faggots will have your eyelids cut off, so you'll have to watch me do it to you, yeah. You'll see me bring that cigar closer and closer to your wide-open eyeball till you're almost out of your mind. But not quite 'cause I want it to last a long, long time. Huh. I want you to know that it's me, that I'm the one who is doing it to you. Me! And that sissy psychiatrist? What unmitigated ignorance! That old drunken fart of a judge! What a pompous ass! Judge not lest ye be judged! All of you pukes are gonna die the day I get out of this shithole! I guarantee you'll regret the day you ever met me!
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<p>It's up to each and every one of us to turn loose and show them the greed, the hatred, the envy, and yes, the insecurities because that is the central mode of control - make us feel pathetic, small so we'll willingly give up our sovereignty, our liberty, our destiny. We have got to realize that we're being conditioned on a mass scale. Start challenging this corporate slave state! The 21st Century is going to be a new century, not the century of slavery, not the century of lies and issues of no significance and classism and statism and all the rest of the modes of control! It's going to be the age of humankind standing up for something pure and something right!</p>
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<p>What a bunch of garbage - liberal Democrat, conservative Republican. It's all there to control you. Two sides of the same coin. Two management teams bidding for control! The C.E.O. job of Slavery, Incorporated! The truth is out there in front of you, but they lay out this buffet of lies. I'm sick of it, and I'm not going to take a bite out of it! Do you got me? Resistance is not futile. We're gonna win this thing. Humankind is too good! We're not a bunch of underachievers! We're gonna stand up and we're gonna be human beings! We're gonna get fired up about the real things, the things that matter: creativity and the dynamic human spirit that refuses to submit! Well that's it! That's all I got to say! It's in your court.</p>
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_06_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_06_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 6 - Free Will and Physics" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Old man sitting at a table. Otto Hofmann.)</p>
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<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_06_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_06_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 6 - Free Will and Physics" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Old man sitting at a table. Otto Hofmann.)</p>
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<p>The quest is to be liberated from the negative, which is really our own will to nothingness. And once having said yes to the instant, the affirmation is contagious. It bursts into a chain of affirmations that knows no limit. To say yes to one instant is to say yes to all of existence.</p>
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<p>(African-American writer Aklilu Gebrewold)</p>
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## Chapter 7 - The Aging Paradox
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<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_07_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_07_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 7 - The Aging Paradox" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Two women are having lunch - English professor Lisa Moore and author Carole Dawson)</p>
|
||||
<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_07_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_07_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 7 - The Aging Paradox" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>(Two women are having lunch - English professor Lisa Moore and author Carole Dawson)</p>
|
||||
<p>Time just dissolves into quick-moving particles that are swirling away. Either I'm moving fast or time is. Never both simultaneously.</p>
|
||||
<p>It's such a strange paradox. I mean, while, technically, I'm closer to the end of my life than I've ever been, I actually feel more than ever that I have all the time in the world. When I was younger, there was a desperation, a desire for certainty, like there was an end to the path, and I had to get there.</p>
|
||||
<p>I know what you mean, because I can remember thinking, "Oh, someday, like in my mid-thirties maybe, everything's going to just somehow gel and settle, just end." It was like there was this plateau, and it was waiting for me, and I was climbing up it, and when I got to the top, all growth and change would stop. Even exhilaration. But that hasn't happened like that, thank goodness. I think that what we don't take into account when we're young is our endless curiosity. That's what's so great about being human.</p>
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||||
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|
|||
(There's a chimp sitting next to a projector. The words "NOISE AND SILENCE" are written onto the screen and the chimp begins lecturing. Voice of Steve Fitch.)
|
||||
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|
||||
<p>
|
||||
<a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_08_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_08_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 8 - Noise and Silence" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Our critique began as all critiques begin: with doubt. Doubt became our narrative. Ours was a quest for a new story, our own. And we grasped toward this new history driven by the suspicion that ordinary language couldn't tell it. Our past appeared frozen in the distance, and our every gesture and accent signified the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one. The way we lived created a new situation, one of exuberance and friendship, that of a subversive microsociety, in the heart of a society which ignored it. Art was not the goal but the occasion and the method for locating our specific rhythm and buried possibilities of our time. The discovery of a true communication was what it was about, or at least the quest for such a communication. The adventure of finding it and losing it. We the unappeased, the unaccepting continued looking, filling in the silences with our own wishes, fears and fantasies. Driven forward by the fact that no matter how empty the world seemed, no matter how degraded and used up the world appeared to us, we knew that anything was still possible. And, given the right circumstances, a new world was just as likely as an old one.
|
||||
<a href="/img/WakingLife_08_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_08_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 8 - Noise and Silence" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>Our critique began as all critiques begin: with doubt. Doubt became our narrative. Ours was a quest for a new story, our own. And we grasped toward this new history driven by the suspicion that ordinary language couldn't tell it. Our past appeared frozen in the distance, and our every gesture and accent signified the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one. The way we lived created a new situation, one of exuberance and friendship, that of a subversive microsociety, in the heart of a society which ignored it. Art was not the goal but the occasion and the method for locating our specific rhythm and buried possibilities of our time. The discovery of a true communication was what it was about, or at least the quest for such a communication. The adventure of finding it and losing it. We the unappeased, the unaccepting continued looking, filling in the silences with our own wishes, fears and fantasies. Driven forward by the fact that no matter how empty the world seemed, no matter how degraded and used up the world appeared to us, we knew that anything was still possible. And, given the right circumstances, a new world was just as likely as an old one.
|
||||
</p>
|
||||
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|
||||
(The lecturing chimp eats his notes and "TO BEGIN AGAIN ... FROM THE BEGINNING" is placed on the screen. A young male's face is flashed on the screen, and the projector runs out of film.)
|
||||
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|
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|
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|
|||
<p>What are you writing?</p>
|
||||
<p>A novel.</p>
|
||||
<p>What's the story?</p>
|
||||
<p><a href="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_09_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="http://media.jamesrskemp.com/graphics/wakingLife/WakingLife_09_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 9 - What's the Story?" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>There's no story. It's just ... people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. In short, the greatest stories ever told.</p>
|
||||
<p><a href="/img/WakingLife_09_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"><img src="/img/WakingLife_09_1_t.jpg" alt="Waking Life: Chapter 9 - What's the Story?" style="width:250px;height:140px;" align="right" /></a>There's no story. It's just ... people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. In short, the greatest stories ever told.</p>
|
||||
<p>Are you in the story?</p>
|
||||
<p>I don't think so. But then, I'm kind of reading it and then writing it.</p>
|
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<p>***</p>
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