I liked that Inception graphically presented how the mind “projects” its defense AGAINST an idea that is not accepted. This plays out everywhere. For instance, Christendom, projects doom on those who know God, understand that God will not fail but Who’s Will, will be done and all shall be corrected, repented and no one shall be subject to unending torment, suffering and diabolical pain. That most of the world does not believe God is Love, I believe, manifests the absence of love in the pain driven power ridden ruthless apostate world we live in. Only few know the Truth and not the many. It is not the majority that have the power of change but the one that makes the difference, steps out of the mold, separates from popular opinions, disengages from the restraints of approval and stands, albeit alone, but united to every soul that desires the same standard of iconic achievements against all the odds. Christ showed the way.
We are what we think. I believe we manifest what we believe and God controls everything causing our experience of evil that initiates, cultivates and grows our appreciation of what is good sustained in the Mercy and Grace in our loving God’s Plan and Purpose for each of us. We will all wake up one day yet as etched in the troubled “unknowing” of Shakespeare, we the living know that God is not a mystery but a certainty, not a failure but shall achieve above and beyond our highest hopes and prayers not snared or doubted as once did Shakespeare gving poetic licence to such films as Inception, or Matrix ~ Keanu Reeves or What Dreams May Come ~ Robin Williams.
Shakespeare’s questions are not our questions. Shakespeare’s doubts are not our doubts. We know the Truth and in our Hope rests our Faith and certainty unlike any popular poet or silver screen box office hit. Compare notes…We know we shall BE because Christ IS and as He IS so are we in this world of doubts, contrasts, shadows and many winds of futile doctrines.
[i
]A monologue from the play by William ShakespeareHAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[/i]
Poor chap!
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