Because the idea deserves it.
It wasn’t heart-stopping, nor was it jaw-dropping. I presume it not as a brainchild, pilot and novel, but as awe to the psyche, remindful to it of what it can conceive…and achieve. The reality of the idea is here.
No, this is not a movie review. Don't expect it here. Those are rendered for purely academic purposes on my part. But this is a reflection, a musing of what my subconscious might have had already came across. This is rumination – one among many daily – of the human psyche. I shall merely state the obvious.
Dreams frequent me. They serve different purposes – some I know not what – but they do. Lately, my dreams haven’t been saccharine, like living in a fantasy world. Some have been disconcerting, the kind that probably merit construal. But most leave me retrieving, musing, conceiving. I’ve tried on my own to interpret, trying to crack the shell, make sense of the familiar unfamiliarity, of the seeming reverie. I’ve had dream within dreams, semi-reality within the reality of sleep. Dreams are an escape to the weary idealist, a nightmare to the content realist, a surprising projection of inmost desires. But dreams are an instrument of communication. The movie illustrated this by insinuating that the most genius form of manipulation is traversing the psyche, twisting it and engraving the idea without the slightest hint of doing so. True enough, it is mind-blowing to conceive of inception in dreams – much more being stuck in limbo. You never know when the dream ever started, or if they’ll ever end. Indeed, power is attributable – and very highly, almost utterly – to the mind. It is a phenomenon that warrants some marvel. And so, I marvel.
I write because I marvel. I write because I have an idea. But this is not inception. I’m sure it is no brainchild, for others might have beat me into it centuries long gone. I write to reinforce an idea, to affirm that it crossed me – once, twice, thrice in my reality. But this is a splitsecond hurrah. ‘Coz this is my own little input.
What awes me most is inception.
It struck me.
An event that is a beginning.
The inception is the beginning; it is also the end.
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