Very rarely, you have one of those moments - when you realize that what you are doing right then, in that very moment, is significant. Maybe when you read a new book, or a listen to a new song, or watch a new movie. Sometimes it can even be an old song, that has new meaning. Maybe it's walking outside when it should be cold, and just for a moment, its warm. The sun or God or just coincidence, showing in the written word, music staff, a falling leaf.
When that happens, that song or book or moment of philosophizing enters into your own personal canon. So what is the canon? It is the set of art, music, literature, dance, philosophy and film that is significant enough that all functioning members of western society should at least know of their existence, in order to understand why we do the things we do.
Today, I found a new film that entered into my canon.
It would be superfluous to tell you what, because it means something different than it would ever mean to you.
But basically, at one point a character in the film says that one of the main points of life, one of the things that makes us worthwhile, is when we create. When someone makes something that puts their outsides on their insides - whether it is a painting, or a pair of socks, or a poem.
Well this is mine.
-V
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