I had the immense pleasure of watching a movie two nights ago that has stuck with even through the last two days. I struggle with delving into the story and dissecting from it the subtext without giving away the story. My family used to hate me for ruining the ends of movies. But I'll try and be good.
Do I Love? How do I know if I Love? I've based my ideas of Love upon Books, Movies, and relationships I have had throughout my life. But is my idea of Love really Love? How can people have such vastly different definitions of Love? The questions are endless so I'll stop.
The movie, as most movies at their core, dealt with a few of these questions. Mainly it toys with the idea that we cannot, in and of ourselves, Love. Love comes from something outside of us. Specifically the movie centered around Art and creation (small c). As someone who enjoys making things, this hit me pretty hard. It's in my nature to build and make things. If something exists I feel the need to dismantle it and discover its how's and why's. You might say I love to do this.
Where did this come from? Goodness knows I wasn't conditioned to view the world this way (fond memories of my father asking his eight year old son to fix the TV spring to mind). No this comes from somewhere else. Somewhere that gifts writers with words, musicians with tunes, and carpenters with hammers.
God blesses us all in various ways, different ways. But most importantly He blesses us with the ability to Love and be Loved. He Loved Mankind enough to make Mankind.
To Love to is to experience. Whether it be a weekend project or a life long relationship, Love allows us to Experience (yes, big E) the Essence of things. To see the invisible.
Perfume: The Story of a Murder is a great, weird, beautiful movie. But I could be wrong about what it's about.
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Geez. I just read the synopsis and am dreadfully curious as to what the "ultimate" scent is?
ReplyDeleteThe need to dismantle something is a trait that I understand completely. However, we differ on how we carry it out i think?
They say curiousity killed the cat, but who said that cat wasnt looking for something worth dying for?
Looking forward to seeing you soon...Friendo.
I had a student write a passage in her journal about the "rhetorical inflation" of the word love. She didn't use that phrase but I think she hit it on the head. Today people use the word love too loosely. If I'm eating a cheeseburger, do I really love that cheeseburger? Who knows, but I'd like to think love is a more powerful emotion than we sometimes make it out to be.
ReplyDeleteThat's deep though.