I'm leaving tonight

I will be away for a while. Keep on seeking the greatest value of your actions. Going back

6.45, Calling at Guilford

by AituDou

We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust.

"I guess we'll just have to adjust"

Matt Needle / Needle Design - Arcade Fire

Arcade fire - Wake Up

One down, a couple billion to go

As the Moon sets at the beginning of the night, three of the first ALMA antennas start tests as part of the ongoing Commissioning and Science Verification process. Because they are pointing at the same target in the sky at any moment, their movements are perfectly synchronized. As the sky appears to rotate clockwise around the south celestial pole (roughly on the upper left edge of the video), the Milky Way goes down slowly, until it is lying almost horizontal before sunrise. The center of our galaxy becomes visible during the second half of the night as a yellowish bulge crossed by dark lanes in the center of the image, just above the antennas. The flashes on the ground are the car lights of the guards patrolling at the AOS. ALMA, the Atacama Large Millimeter/submillimeter Array is the largest astronomical project in existence and is a truly global partnership between the scientific communities of East Asia, Europe and North America with Chile. ESO is the European partner in ALMA.

José Francisco Salgado

Alma Time-lapse Sequences by Jose Francisco Salgado

Llano de Chajnantor Observatory, Chile, night of 16/17 June 2010.

All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain...

Blade Runner (1982)

 

 Vangelis - Tears In Rain

Every lightning rod has got to watch the storm cloud come

GIRL herself
HER FATHER himself
HER CAB DRIVER himself
HER PAINTING TEACHER herself
HER ACCOUNTANT online
HER WALLED a gift
WHERE SHE WAS school, work, home
WHERE SHE WALKED ALONE cracked sidewalks, criss-cross crosswalks
WHO SHE TALKED TO God
WHO SHE MADE LOVE TO David Douglas, Hunter Douglas, James Bryce Theriault, Freddie Preston
HER FAVORITE STORY "A Perfect Day For Bananafish"
WHAT SHE DRANK red wine, beer
WHAT SHE WORE boots
WHO SHE MET her old friend
ON HER KEY-CHAIN 2 keys, picture of grandmother as young woman
HER JEWELRY none
HER FINGERNAILS trim
HER WRINKLES eyes, corners of mouth
WHO SHE TOLD OFF her asshole brother
WHAT SHE SAID TO HIM "you think you're doing what's best for me, but you're not. You think I'm stupid, but I'm just as stupid as you. Get off my back or you will never see me again."
HER BROTHER'S GIRLFRIEND a psycho bitch
HER MOTHER takes a safe amount of pills
HER WINNING PAINTING "No You Don't"
MATERIALS acrylic on canvas, some charcoal dust, video projection, minestrone soup, shellack
WHAT SHE DID INSTEAD OF GO TO CHURCH watched "Zabriskie Point"
HOW LONG IT TOOK HER TO MAKE BIG DECISIONS 3 days
1ST DAY a list of pros and cons
2ND DAY throwing out that list and dealing with her instant reaction
3RD DAY crying coming to a decision
HER KARAOKE SONG "One Way Or Another"
HER SKATEBOARD FOOTING regular
HER BEST DREAM finding her brother in a crowd on Canada Day as kids
WHERE SHE WORKED pharmacy, taught aerobics
HER FRENCH improving
HER EYES like a wolf's
THE DESSERT SHE FUCKED UP apple crumble
HER LAWYER'S ADVICE forget him, move on
HOW SHE WALKED with bounce, with purpose, with dignity, with honesty
WHERE SHE LEFT THE COPY OF "THE FAVOURITE GAME" on the bus
THE PERSON SHE FIRST SWORE AT the TV
HOW SHE GRIEVED laughing, writing
HOW SHE BROKE UP WITH PEOPLE "I just realized that my life is a lot more stressful than i thought. I'm sorry." "I still love you. I just want to love you in a different way." "I feel like I don't deserve you"
HOW SHE TOOK OUT THE GARBAGE with two hands
HOW SHE SLEPT on her side, arm under her head, ankles crossed
HOW SHE RAN like a girl
WHERE SHE WAS BORN doesn't apply
HOW SHE GREW UP by a thread
WHAT HER AUNT & UNCLE DIED FOR cancer
WHAT SHE WHISTLED WHILE CLEANING "The Third Man" theme song
WHERE SHE SWAM the YWCA
HOW SHE SCRAPED HER HAND she fell down drunk but she told people that she got it from doing dishes
HOW SHE WAS SHOWN open-casket
HOW SHE DIED suicide
WHAT WAY

THE END

Dan - Said The Gramaphone

Tetsuya Blues

Sunset Rubdown - Us Ones In Between

Death is the road to awe.

-Finish it.
-Stop... Stop it!
What do you want? Leave me, leave me alone! Please, please... It's not my...
[he kneels and breaks into sobs]
[she touches his head with a robed arm; he looks up and sees Queen Isabella, smiles, and stands] 

-Will you deliver Spain from bondage?
-I don't know... I'm trying, trying... I don't know how.
-You do. You will. 
-I'm going to die.
[she smiles]
-I'm going to die!
[he smiles, laughing]
-Together we will live forever.
[she sheds a tear]
-Forever.
[he is smiling]
-Finsh it.
-Ok

The Fountain (2006)

Clint Mansell - Stay with me

How is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?

What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

The Motorcycle Diaries (2004)

 

 

Gustavo Santaolalla - Leyendo En El Hospital

Sic transit Gloria. Glory Fades. I'm Max Fischer.

Rushmore (1998)

 Donovan - Jersey Thursday

The struggle is nature's way of strengthening.

-Come here. Let me show you something. What do you suppose is in that cocoon, Charlie?
-I don't know. A butterfly, I guess.
-It's much more beautiful than that. That's a moth cocoon. It's ironic, butterflies get all the attention but moths, they spin silk, they're stronger, faster...
-That's wonderful, but...
-You see this little hole? This moth's just about to emerge. It's in there right now, struggling. It's digging its way through the thick hide of the cocoon. Now, I could help it. Take my knife, gently widen the opening and the moth would be free. But it would be too weak to survive. The struggle is nature's way of strengthening it. Now, this is the second time you've asked me for your drugs back. Ask me again and it's yours.

LOST (2004-2010) - The Moth

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It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is. And so are we. For a little while.

We’re so self-important. So self-important. Everybody’s going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet, we don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet. We haven’t learned how to care for one another, we’re gonna save the fucking planet?

I’m getting tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. I’m tired of fucking Earth Day, I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world save for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. They don’t care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The PEOPLE are fucked. Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great. Been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We’ve been here, what, a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? And we’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion. And we have the CONCEIT to think that somehow we’re a threat? That somehow we’re gonna put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that’s just a-floatin’ around the sun?

The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles…hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worlwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages…And we think some plastic bags, and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet…the planet…the planet isn’t going anywhere. WE ARE!

We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Thank God for that. Maybe a little styrofoam. Maybe. A little styrofoam. The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas. A surface nuisance.

You wanna know how the planet’s doing? Ask those people at Pompeii, who are frozen into position from volcanic ash, how the planet’s doing. You wanna know if the planet’s all right, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble, if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. Or how about those people in Kilowaia, Hawaii, who built their homes right next to an active volcano, and then wonder why they have lava in the living room.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new pardigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?” Plastic…asshole.

So, the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now. And I think that’s begun. Don’t you think that’s already started? I think, to be fair, the planet sees us as a mild threat. Something to be dealt with. And the planet can defend itself in an organized, collective way, the way a beehive or an ant colony can. A collective defense mechanism. The planet will think of something. What would you do if you were the planet? How would you defend yourself against this troublesome, pesky species? Let’s see… Viruses. Viruses might be good. They seem vulnerable to viruses. And, uh…viruses are tricky, always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps, this first virus could be one that compromises the immune system of these creatures. Perhaps a human immunodeficiency virus, making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along. And maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.

Well, that’s a poetic note. And it’s a start. And I can dream, can’t I? See I don’t worry about the little things: bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we will ever understand. A higher order. Call it what you want. Know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron…whoooa. Whoooa. Whoooa. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is. And so are we. For a little while.

George Carlin - Saving The Planet

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Every inch of me shall perish... Except one.

Look Up Hannah.

"Hope… I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an Emperor, that’s not my business, I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say “Do not despair”. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish…

Soldiers, don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you – who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty. In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written ” the kingdom of God is within man ”  not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men, in you, the people. You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let’s use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”

The Great Dictator (1940)

 

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What About The Soul?

-Let's break it down. Hydrogen. What does that give us?
-By mole we re lookingat 63 percent.
-63? That is a big bite.
-My next step's gotta be oxygen.
-Oxygen, 26 percent.
-26. There you have your water.
-Carbon, 9 percent
-Carbon, 9
-For total of 98 percent
-Right
-Nitrogen 1,25 percent
-One point two five
-That brings you to 99 and a quarter.
-Which only leaves you with trace elements... Down where the magic happens.
-Oh wait a minute. What about calcium? Calcium's not a trace. Got a whole skeleton to account for you would think right?
-Right. Calcium. Calcium's only 0,25 percent
-What? That low? Seriously? Damn I never would've thought that.
-Ok so where does iron fit in?
-Iron. Well ok 0.00004 percent.
-What? You can't have haemoglobin without iron.
-Apparently, it don't take to much.
-No doubt. Go figure. Sodium
-Sodium, 0,04. Phosphorus, 0.19
-Point one nine
-There we go. So the whole thing adds up to 99.888042 percent. We're 0,111958% shy
-Supposedly that's everything.
- I don't know I just.. It seems like something's missing, doesn't it? There's gotta be more to a human being than that.
-What about the soul?
-The soul... There's nothing but chemistry here.

Breaking Bad (2008 -) - ...And The Bags in The River

Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I'm sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there's a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever's going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

Signs (2002)

James N. Howard - First Crop Circles

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be.

There's no time limit, start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)

 Alexandre Desplat - Postcards

Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something.

You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want somethin', go get it. Period.

 The Pursuit of Happyness (2006)

Andrea Guerra - Welcome Chris

Darkness and Light. Strife and Love. Are they the workings of one mind, the features of the same face?

We were a family. How'd it break up and come apart, so that now we're turned against each other? Each standing in the other's light. How'd we lose that good that was given us? Let it slip away. Scattered it, careless. What's keepin' us from reaching out, touching the glory?

This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night?

The Thin Red Line (1998)

Hans Zimmer - Journey To The Line

I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.

Clint Mansell - Welcome to Lunar Industries

No meaning save what we choose to impose.

Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. 

Watchmen (2009)

Simon & Garfunkel - Sound of Silence