Free Will Film Theoretical Text

Feeling too satisfied leads to discontent.

I admit it, I’m needy, I admit it, I’m vulnerable. I trust uncertain things and am betrayed. I have faith in this.

Lungsponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean. The thin red jellies within you or within me. O I saw, these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul”

What represents me in the world is my body.

I am the driver and engine of the machine, if I don’t interact nothing happens. The machine doesn’t move on it’s own.

I create a problem for myself. What is fun: finding an interesting solution to my problem.

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

Chance furnishes me with what i need. I’m like one who stumbles. My foot strikes something, i look down, and there is exactly what im in need of.

Where are you going?!!!

You have to be there, you have to feel the light, the smell of the room and the others there with you

The universal constant numbers: structure of DNA, the speed of light, the weight of carbon, the mass of an electron, the strength of gravity, essential values we can measure precisely and which never changes. If these fine tuned numbers didn’t have the exact number that they do nothing in the universe would exist. Who set the numbers?

Change is the one aspect of reality that can be called permanent.

I want only to involve myself in the moving object that forever transforms itself

Are you with me or are you secretly against me?

Then, I was projecting elaborate animations of gear-like clock faces on the night sky…

art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life

imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life

We are lonely

We are powerless and weakened 

How much is it?

It’s a really good deal, the woman i rent a space from, it’s my dream house.

Our lips together, our arms interwoven, our eyes swooning in the sad joy of possesion would please me more.

Overall it’s not such a bad deal i guess.

Once you realize you know you know.

One becomes what one is by not being anyone else.

Trying to pull one over on me while I’m sleeping?

Take down all of your information.

S-s-some force is stealing my identity i can feel it slipping away

Through a series of strategies a game was created in which a theory of life’s affirmation could be stretched, threatened, and tested for it’s

When will suffering end

I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times but I still love life.

What could be more stupid than to persist in carrying a burden that we constantly want to cast off, yet cling to nonetheless, to fondle the serpent that devours us until it has eaten our heart?

some built forms coming undone

I’m really trying to invent, instead of merely expressing myself. I was never interested in looking at myself in an aesthetic mirror. my intention has always been to get away from myself, though I know perfectly well that i’m just using myself. Call it a little game between I and Me.

work that opens to limitless possibility

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself

they make their way from the world of the flux to the world of the object to the world of the flux

ten to fifty individuals comprise a healthy community for the animal. One hundred times: love life….. ([remembers the darkness, the demons behind])

some built forms’ coming undone, Finally… ultimately poor … it’s not such a bad deal

to invent, instead of merely expressing . never interested in looking in an aesthetic mirror. intention has always been: to get away, though…. know perfectly well that using - — well, Call it A Game 5 9 7 4 3 2 6 1

({holding something}) making way now from the flux to the object to the world of the flux to the object to the world of the flux to the wolrd of the object

({listening to inner voice}) flow of a stream over rounded stones, dead fallen leaves gliding over their smooth surfaces

without life love has no value, but that’s cool though, freedom is an extension of love, so

swiftly, an underlying current..recurrent principle, a law is a law until it is changed, when a particular thought isn’t found in the sacred doctrine it must be searched for within……using a clever turn in forward movement, built up in the imagination, the directed fantasy, giving expression and form to something that does not yet exist, something new and unique, while also restoring, no, renewing the previously existing order, the one that always came before anyway and comes back again……

(ascending spiral)

in the new order, the older pattern returns on a higher level draped in new guises

simultaneously returning again and again to the same point

art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life imitates art imitates life (vexed, angry, Abraham—[-feel emotion in every muscle movement of speaking it])

instincts are being opposed now

why liberate the country if afterward there is no meaningful goal of life for each one
without meaning it makes no difference where we waste away

only: to use freedom to create something meaningful is it relevant to be free

to find the individual inner meaning

how the intruder often is doesn’t come too close, because yelled at any closer, smart little devils, watching from the corners, looking down from the balcony, always hiding a bit, like an oppressed voyeur… one can never come up as close as one would like to, one doesn’t even hear everything illuminated in a, a conspiracy of light… individual instincts are being opposed by both parties it seems… on the day of the rocking it will be the need to delete files in order to make space, like the subconscious making room for conscious, this unconditional devotion is the only way to flourishing (loses the words transform to butterflies drifting away)


before death, before feeling, failure…. the last fear

invisible underground waterway…space between…the skeleton, the guts,

the friend and the fauna, Beloved bumblebee… reuniting blinding light and the somber dark

summons, maps, praises, pulls, and thundering

going outward from the heart, the fire pit of home, tentative explorations all, and back to the fireside, return. return. re turn. r e tu rn.

Color wheel, emotional faces on the 5 or 6 characters, a slow shifting process, range of emotions 5

each character molding the other one, slowly, then pause, then mold

Genius: breaking reality down into parallel hypotheticals and in moments he is in complete control of fate itself. however constantly blown away by the spectacle of life, it is only in these slices of moments where information floods in on his perception.

Opening doors & windows, pouring, lifting, jumping over, peering through, inspecting up close, being startled, getting hit, ambushed

-Walking around

-Over the shoulder, distant looking

-Approaching, arrival, departure

Tim nude on a green rock

-Pompeii palms against the flame

-Artist and Model, posing her

-Painter with canvas

-crouched hugging knees

-Comforting, consoling - Pieta

-Delacroix revolution—Flag on pole—-forward lean & spiritual urging (Metropolis)

-Philosopher with an open book

-Sensitive touch to skin

-Portrait (in a frame) posing, then disrobe

you have to respect that, powerhouse and excellent field position

an isotropic radiation field with a blackbody temperature of about 2.725 kelvin that permeates the entire universe

unobservable universe

set apart one day in seven for the inevitable duty which must always be kept in focus…. devotion, recognition, prayer to the unseen and eternal

is he infinite?

who’s working for….

where did the money come from

never forgive him

(forgive him)

i spoke to bugs

who struck me as having a personality

Move through the souls iconography, rock stream mountain tree

invisible underground waterway

a small loan and then had enough to buy the building

its strange logic

let it wash over you,

our task is to stamp this perishing earth into ourselves so deepfully, so painfully and passionately, that its being may rise again. 
We frantically gather the honey of the visible, 
in order to store it in the great golden hive of the Invisible. 
conversion of the dear visible and tangible 
into the invisible vibration of our nature. introducing new vibration numbers 
into vibration spheres. the various materials in the cosmos 
merely different vibration rates,

preparing in this way for new bodies, metals, nebulae, constellations.

gathering, understanding, transforming

truly alone in the world

media menagerie

active film,

range roving rainbros

one room with two people is two rooms

Hermes feet draw zigzags across people less planes.
settings

unpaid actors unpaid artists

breaking the letterbox rectangle, bending it against itself, and hiding parts of it within the reality of the simulated room. a spotlight on the parallel

goal is not a solution, it's an entrance point to more unsolved area of creation and spectating

a film which can only be a prequel of itself because the focus is on the observer rather than static characters the characters and fixtures of the film pieces live on through the user's toggling interest.

working with our current experiences by way of cinematography. but not traditional or popular forms cinematograhy because they have nothing to do with working with current and actual experiences in a philosophically lending manner

we use current world events, happenings from our daily lives some beautiful, strange, and unsettling, and staged scenes which play out philosophical concepts through improvisation.

we set up these scenes that allure us , break them down , and have them play with/against one another. culling images of objects from world and the net to

soothsaying meets shamanism for the chronically stimulated.

50 rooms are overlapped from the navigating of 2 users producing

2500 possible combined user arrangements

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