The tree falling in the forest with nobody there to hear it. 

The cat with nobody able to see it. 

Would a blind man care if the cat was invisible or what colour it was supposed to be?

 Zen proverb 99 "your lantern has gone out".

Dark Tower film

 

was Idris Alba the right PERSON to play Roland. 

He is a fine UK actor and was outstanding in Luthor, loved his performance. But is Roland black here for the sake of it? With the "PC" thing of making a character "non white" or "no longer white", we have had rumours of Mr Elba set to play James Bond and Dr Who. Making the character black for the sake of it. Why not make him Chinese, Indian, or an Eskimo? 

Is Roland white in the books? The gunslingers in those towns, in the World Moved On, based on Wild West towns would have all been white Americans. Susannah/Detta/Odetta was black, and is stated as so.   Roland, Eddie and Jake are white. Mr Elba as Roland in this post apocalyptic world has a big dose of Denzel Washington as Eli about him. 

There are many actors who could have portrayed this role more like the book. Not quite a Clint Eastwood way, but closer to that kind of world. In a way this "let's make the character black", "let's have a  white character played by a black actor" is the most offensive things of all. Offensive to blacks and white. Offensive to Chinese and Indians. 

And probably offensive to the Eskimos as well. Hell, if James Bond, originally taken to be a white Englishman, then altered to be half Scottish/half Swiss, why couldn't he be descended from Greenland inuits? Makes as much sense as making his ancestors from Africa.

The Matrix

 The trilogy was always meant to be a trilogy. 

The brothers refer to Reloaded as Matrix Squared and Revolutions and Matrix Cubed. 

The whole trilogy is about the Journey Of The One. 

Just as George knew Vader was Luke's father from that moment he first stepped out of the smoke and throttled the rebel before capturing (his daughter) Leia, the brothers knew the later revelations from the beginning. 

For an expanded story, you are meant to watch the Animatrix in between One and Two, especially Final Flight Of The Osiris, and play the Enter The Matrix game.

James Bond

 There is too much of this PC crap  about making Bond black, reverse  racism  so he is no longer white, just for the sake of it. Why not make him Chinese, Indian, or a fucking Eskimo?

 Same for Elba being Dr Who. 

Making a character who has always been a white Englishman black for the sake of it. In the books, Bond is a Naval Officer who becomes a spy post WW2, which is where Fleming drew his inspiration from, the SOE agents he knew during the War. There is no way, at the time of writing, could he be anything than white British. 

Yes, Bond is updated and rebooted over the years , however making him ethnic makes no sense and never has. After Connery's success in the films, in the later books, starting with the bio (M writes after his supposed death) in You Only Live Twice, he has a Scottish father and Swiss mother. 

 Making him ethnic, for the sake of visual appearance, would refute all that. It would be  a different character under the same name. The actor would portray him the same way, well spoken British gentleman, so only his external appearance would be different - literally skin colour and nothing else. 

The concept is actually  offensive and really rather pathetic.

 God does not rule the Earth. Satan does. 

God rules Heaven and Eden. 

In Luke, Satan tempts Jesus by offering him "all the kingdoms of the world". How could he offer these unless they were his to give? How could he offer them to the Son of God if God owned and controlled them. 

The world is run by money and power, self gain, corruption, kill or be killed. Evil. "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of Heaven".

Michael Jackson Trial

 The burden of proof  lies with the Prosecution. They have to prove, beyond reasonable doubt, that the accused is guilty. A jury of your peers "12 good men and true", meaning citizens of good character and with no criminal record, all unanamusly agree that the crime actually happened and that you are guilty. 

The case against Michael Jackson collapsed halfway through the trial. It did not get as far as the jury. Under scrutiny in open court the Prosecutions case fell apart.

 The man was NEVER guilty of ANY of the vile things he was accused of and there was NEVER any real evidence that he ever was.Michael Jackson was NEVER a pedophile and you could (and maybe should) be sued for slander for publicly calling him that.

 

the epically great decisions and the epically bad ones look exactly the same when you're making them. 

Looking back, it's easy to see when a mistake has been made, to regret a choice that seemed like a decent idea at the time, 

but if we used our best judgment and listened to our hearts, we're more likely to see that we chose wisely and avoided the deepest, most painful regret of them all

 -- the regret that comes from letting something amazing pass you by.

 

When something begins, you generally have no idea how it’s going to end. 

The house you’re going to sell becomes your home, the roommates you were forced to take in become your family and the one night stand you were determined to forget becomes the love of your life. 

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will somehow cushion the blow. 

But the future is always changing. 

The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes.

 But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. 

The future is never the way we imagined it.

 

You never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest. 

The days you think are going to be big ones, they are never as big as you make them out to be in your head.

 It’s the regular days, the ones that start out normal. Those are the days that end up being the biggest. 

You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day, not until it’s happening. You don’t recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you’re right in the middle of it. 

The day you commit to something or someone. 

The day you get your heart broken. 

The day you meet your soul mate. 

The day you realize there’s not enough time because you wanna live forever.

 Those are the biggest days. 

The perfect days.

 You know, it was a beautiful day.

Sorry

 

Remember when we were little and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground. Our teachers would go, “Say you’re sorry”, and we would say it, but we wouldn’t mean it because the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. 

But as we get older, making amends isn’t so simple. 

After the playground days are over you can’t just say it, you have to mean it

 as human beings we can always try to do better, to be better, to right a wrong even if it feels irreversible. 

Of course, “I’m sorry” doesn’t always cut it. 

Maybe because we use it so many different ways: as a weapon, as an excuse. 

But when we are really sorry. When we use it right. When we mean it. When our actions say what words never can. When we get it right, “I’m sorry” is perfect.

When we get it right, “I’m sorry” is redemption.

 

Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. 

It follows us home. It changes our lives. 

Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that's the point. 

All the pain and the fear and the crap. 

Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. 

Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.

 

I believe in heaven. I also believe in hell. 

I’ve never seen either, but I believe they exist.

 They have to exist because without a heaven, without a hell, we’re all just headed for limbo.

 Heaven, hell, limbo, no one really knows where we’re going or what’s waiting for us when we get there. 

But the one thing we can say for sure, with absolute certainty, that’s there are moments that take us to another place, moments of heaven on earth. 

And maybe for now, that’s all we need to know.

Wish

 

We all get at least one good wish in a year over the candles on our birthday. 

Some of us throw in more, on eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars. 

And every now and then, one of those wishes come true. 

So what then? Is it as good as we hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness or do we just notice we’ve got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished. 

We don’t wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach.

 We wish because we need help and we’re scared and we know we may be asking too much.

 We still wish though, because sometimes they come true.

 

When you're little, night time is scary because there are monsters hiding right under the bed.

 When you get older, the monsters are different. 

Self doubt, loneliness, regret.

 And though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself scared of the dark. 

Sleep. Its the easiest thing to do. You just close your eyes. 

But for so many of us, sleep seems out of grasp. We want it, but we don't know how to get it. 

But once we face our demons, face our fears and turn to each other for help, night time isn't so scary because we realize we aren't all alone in the dark.

 

 life, is a team sport...and eventually, you've gotta get off the bench and decide... which team are you batting for. 

The thing about choosing teams in real life.. It's nothing like it used to be in gym class.. being 1st picked can be terrifying And being chosen last...isn't the worst thing in the world. 

So we watch from the sidelines...clinging to our isolation...

because we know as soon as we let go of the bench...someone comes along and changes the game completely.

 

We all remember the bed time stories of our childhoods. 

The shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a prince, sleeping beauty is awakened with a kiss.

 Once upon a time and then they lived happily ever after. Fairy tales, the stuff of dreams. 

The problem is, fairy tales don't come true. 

It's the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. 

It's the nightmares that always seem to become reality. - 

The person that invented the phrase "Happily ever after" should have his ass kicked, so hard!

 

people are constantly asking you to tell them how you're doing. 

How the hell are you supposed to know? Y

ou don't even know how you're doing. 

Don't wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don't. 

In the face of all we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that makes us hold it together.

 

In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the earth, at least that’s what they say. 

He created the birds of the air and the beasts of the field, and he looked at his creation and he saw that it was good. 

And then God created man,

 and it’s been downhill ever since. 

The story goes on to say that God created man in his own image, but there’s not much proof of that. After all God made the sun and the moon and the stars, and all man makes is trouble.

And when man finds himself in trouble, which is most of the time, he turns to something bigger than himself. 

To love or faith or religion to make sense of it all. 

 the miracle of life itself; why people live and die, why they hurt or get hurt is still a mystery. 

We want to know the reason, the secret, the answer at the back of the book…because the thought of our being all alone down here is just too much for us to bear. 

 

There comes a point in your life when you're officially an adult. 

Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink, and engage in other adult activities. 

Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious... a grown up. 

We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up? 

In some ways we grow up. We have families, we get married, divorced, but for the most part, we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. 

No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling, forever wondering, forever.. 

Young.

 

You ever hear the term "honor amongst thieves." 

That's a myth. 

Fear amongst thieves, maybe.

 Basic relationship is, "You stab my back, I'll stab yours." 

 

Leo Tolstoi , he once observed that 

'All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way

 

A patriot poet, Walt Whitman, once sang, 

'Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.' 

This from a guy who was in love with his own smell

. He contained multitudes of stank.

 

motto for goodbye was always, "Faster is better." 

Kind of like tearing off a Band-Aid. 

Of course, if the wound beneath isn't healed yet, nothing helps except time

. And time leaves a big, nasty scar we call the past.