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Bells From The Deep - Werner Herzog

“I used to be a Movie-Projectionist — 

Now I ring The Bells.

I grew up in an orphanage.

When I was 2, They put me 

in a children’s home 

because someone had 

found me on The Street.

Now I am glad I can 

make people happy with My Art.

The People •need• 

The Sound of The Bells.

My Name is 

Yuri Yuravich Yuraev —

The first people that looked after me 

at The Orphanage told me 

I had given MYSELF that name.

When they asked My Name,

My First Name, 

My Middle Name,

My Family Name,

I always answered “Yuri”.

and so they called me,

‘The Three Yous’.

From that day to this, 

I still wonder Who I am, and 

What Happened to My Parents.

I never knew them,

and would give anything 

in The World to meet them.

I was born in 1944 when 

The War was still on — 

The War, or more probably 

The Stalin Repressions 

were the reason why I lost My Parents.

Ever since I keep looking for them, 

but all in vain.

The only entries in My Passport 

are The Year and Place of My Birth, 

the town of Muron; but there is no record there 

of anyone that might be My Parents."

W W W

Surrender Dorothy

PERHAPS •I• CAN FIND NEW WAYS TO •MOTIVATE• THEM….

The Ten Commandments - Moses' Focus and Dedication

The life of Moses (Charlton Heston), once favoured in the Pharaoh's (Yul Brynner) household, who turned his back on a privileged life to lead his people to freedom.

You Cannot Speak as Though ‘Reality’ were a One-Dimensional Concept

 

The Matrix

 

The Woman : 

Oh, great….

What are YOU doing here? 

Or are you The Matrix 

playing more games with me? 

 

The Valeyard : 

Don't ask me, I'm as lost as you are in here — 

Maybe you just summoned me. 

 

The Woman :

Where do YOU fit into all this?

Were you ME all that time ago?

 

Were all my memories of you erased?

Did they force me back into 

becoming A Child?

 

How many more of me are out there? 

 

The Valeyard :

I don't have those answers.

But say I did, would they even HELP? 

 

The Woman :

Of course they would.

All this, it means

I'm NOT Who 

I Thought I Was. 

 

The Valeyard :

….because Your Memories aren't compatible

with what you learnt today?

 

The Woman :

Yes. 

The Valeyard :

Have you ever been limited by 

WHO You Were BEFORE..? 

 

The Woman : 

…..Ah — Now, that DOES 

sound like Me Talking. 

The Woman : 

….I'm so tired. 

The Matrix is sapping all the energy 

of out of Me. 

 

The Valeyard :

No TIME to be Tired.  

Still work to do out there. 

 

LIVES at stake.

ARMIES being born. 

 

People NEED 

The Doctor. 

 

The Woman :

I don't know how to 

stop The Master. 

 

The Valeyard :

Course you do.

That one Question 

that's nagging at you,

the one thing he said that 

you didn't understand. 

 

The Woman :

The one thing who said?

The Master? 

 

The Valeyard :

No. Get out of here.

I know This Place has blown Your Mind --

Maybe you should 

return the compliment. 

 

The Valeyard vanishes.

 

The Woman :

No, wait. Are you 

still there?

 

Of course she's still there.

 

If You were Me,

You're buried within Me, 

buried within...

 

Too Many Thoughts.

All right, First Things first,

What Did She Say?

 

'Mind Blown'. Yes! Of course!

All this History, 

all these lies,

it's too much stimulus.

 

It might work. I've fought The Matrix before,

Denied its Reality, I can do it again. Maybe.

 

Well, you know What They Say, Doctor,

nothing ventured, nothing blown.

 

Oh! I'm talking to myself again.

That's a good sign.

 

Thanks, Doctor.

Still Here.

 

No, shut up, I need 

to concentrate.

Er... All right.

 

Have a blast 

of THIS, Matrix. 

 

Massive sequence of images going backwards through all the established Doctors

and then a bit more.

The paralysis field explodes.

 

[Citadel]

 

YASMIN:

Doctor! 

 

GRAHAM:

Yaz, is she all right? 

 

RYAN:

Doctor?

Doctor, we're here for you. 

 

The Woman :

My Fam. 

 

KO SHAMUS:

She's not dead, then.

Identity Politrixx

“I loved being A Kid, because when you’re A Kid, you don’t have to be anything else.

I was A Kid until I was about 8 —

Then I became A Negro.”

— Richard Pryor

Our Kal Hates His IDENTITY, You See.

“Billy is not a REAL Transsexual — 

But he THINKS he is — 

He TRIES to be….

He's tried to be a •lot• of things, I expect.”

“You said I was very close to the way we would catch him. 

What did you mean, Doctor?”

“There are three major centers for transsexual surgery  — 

Johns Hopkins, 

The University of Minnesota, 

and Columbus Medical Center. 

I wouldn't be surprised if Billy had applied for sex reassignment 

at one or •all• of them and been REJECTED.”

“On what BASIS would they reject him? 

[ Today? None whatsoever. That’s Transphobia. ]”

“Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. 

Our Billy wasn't •born• a criminal, Clarice — 

He was MADE one through YEARS of •systematic• abuse. 

Billy HATES his IDENTITY, you see, 

and he •thinks• that THAT makes him a transsexual — 

But his pathology is a thousand times more SAVAGE and more TERRIFYING.”

•It rubs lotion on its skin.•

•It does this whenever it's told.•

Will Graham : 

I thought you might enjoy The Challenge. 

Find out if you're smarter than 

The Person I'm looking for.

[ The Still Human ] 

Hannibal Lecter  : 

Oh — Then, by implication, 

you must think you're smarter than •I• am, 

since it was you who •caught• me.

Will Graham : 

No, No — 

I KNOW I'm not smarter than you.

[ The Still Human ] 

Hannibal Lecter : 

Then how did you •catch• me?

Will Graham : 

You had... disadvantages.

[ The Still Human ] 

Hannibal Lecter : 

What disadvantages?

[ He liked and admired Will Graham.]

Will Graham : 

You're INSANE.

Eat Cakes.

“We’ve reached the 21st century, and we’re now approaching Basic Perinatal Matrix 4. 

Which is: Victory after War. 

Which is: The Struggle is Over. 

Which is: We’re all HERE; What Do We Do NEXT?

[ A. : “Let’s KILL Superman…!!” ]

There WAS no Apocalypse. 

There WAS no Christ. 

There WAS no Rapture. 

There is •nothing•. 

All this stuff is •shit•.

There is only Us. 

And we’ve still got another thousand years, 

and maybe another thousand beyond that, 

and maybe another twenty thousand beyond that.

What are We gonna DO?

Who ARE We?”

Shower on him every blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, give him economic prosperity such that he should have nothing else to do but sleep, eat cakes, and busy himself with the continuation of the species, and even then, out of sheer ingratitude, sheer spite, Man would play you some nasty trick.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I love what Dostoevsky said in Notes from the Underground. It’s a great, great book. It was an early criticism of the notion of a political utopia. He said, "Look, if you gave people everything that they wanted — they had nothing to do eat cake and nothing to do but sit in warm pools and busy themselves with the continuation of the species — the first thing they would do was go half insane and smash everything up, just so that something they didn't expect would happen, so that they’d have something interesting to do." It's so right. The utopian notion that if you just had all the material stuff you wanted that you’d be…Well, what would you be? What would you do? You’d just sit on the couch and watch TV? I mean, you’d be…I don’t know what you’d be. You’d be cutting yourself just for entertainment in no time flat, and that's the sort of thing that people do. 

We’re not adapted for security and utopia. We’re adapted for a certain amount of security, because we are vulnerable, but mostly we want to have one foot out where we don't know what the hell is going on. That’s where you’re alert and alive and tense, and with it. I believe that it actually has something to do with the hemispheric structure of the psychology of your brain, because the right hemisphere looks roughly adapted to what you don’t know and the left hemisphere—this is an oversimplification, but a useful one—is adapted to the world that you do know. The right place for you to be is halfway between them, and you can tell that. 

Authority is A Man with An Axe.

Top Dog

  “It is a good thing to be An  Authority. People are fragile. Because of that, life is difficult and suffering common. Ameliorating that suffering — ensuring that everyone has food, clean water, sanitary facilities, and a place to take shelter, for starters — takes initiative, effort, and ability. If there is a problem to be solved, and many people involve themselves in the solution, then a hierarchy must and will arise, as those who can do, and those who cannot follow as best they can, often learning to be competent in the process. If the problem is real, then the people who are best at solving the problem at hand should rise to the top. That is not Power. It is The Authority that properly accompanies ability.

  Now, it is self-evidently appropriate to grant power to competent authorities, if they are solving necessary problems; and it is equally appropriate to be one of those competent authorities, if possible, when there is a perplexing problem at hand. This might be regarded as a philosophy of responsibility. A responsible person decides to make a problem his or her problem, and then works diligently — even ambitiously — for its solution, with other people, in the most efficient manner possible (efficient, because there are other problems to solve, and efficiency allows for the conservation of resources that might then be devoted importantly elsewhere).

  Ambition is often—and often purposefully—misidentified with the desire for power, and damned with faint praise, and denigrated, and punished. And ambition is sometimes exactly that wish for undue influence on others. But there is a crucial difference between sometimes and always. Authority is not mere power, and it is extremely unhelpful, even dangerous, to confuse the two. When people exert power over others, they compel them, forcefully. They apply the threat of privation or punishment so their subordinates have little choice but to act in a manner contrary to their personal needs, desires, and values. When people wield authority, by contrast, they do so because of their competence—a competence that is spontaneously recognized and appreciated by others, and generally followed willingly, with a certain relief, and with the sense that justice is being served.

  Those who are power hungry—tyrannical and cruel, even psychopathic—desire control over others so that every selfish whim of hedonism can be immediately gratified; so that envy can destroy its target; so that resentment can find its expression. But good people are ambitious (and diligent, honest, and focused along with it) instead because they are possessed by the desire to solve genuine, serious problems. That variant of ambition needs to be encouraged in every possible manner. It is for this reason, among many others, that the increasingly reflexive identification of the striving of boys and men for victory with the “patriarchal tyranny” that hypothetically characterizes our modern, productive, and comparatively free societies is so stunningly counterproductive (and, it must be said, cruel: there is almost nothing worse than treating someone striving for competence as a tyrant in training). “Victory,” in one of its primary and most socially important aspects, is the overcoming of obstacles for the broader public good. Someone who is sophisticated as a winner wins in a manner that improves the game itself, for all the players. To adopt an attitude of naive or willfully blind cynicism about this, or to deny outright that it is true, is to position yourself—perhaps purposefully, as people have many dark motives—as an enemy of the practical amelioration of suffering itself. I can think of few more sadistic attitudes.

  Now, power may accompany authority, and perhaps it must. However, and more important, genuine authority constrains the arbitrary exercise of power. This constraint manifests itself when the authoritative agent cares, and takes responsibility, for those over whom the exertion of power is possible. The oldest child can take accountability for his younger siblings, instead of domineering over and teasing and torturing them, and can learn in that manner how to exercise authority and limit the misuse of power. Even the youngest can exercise appropriate authority over the family dog. To adopt authority is to learn that power requires concern and competence—and that it comes at a genuine cost. Someone newly promoted to a management position soon learns that managers are frequently more stressed by their multiple subordinates than subordinates are stressed by their single manager. Such experience moderates what might otherwise become romantic but dangerous fantasies about the attractiveness of power, and helps quell the desire for its infinite extension. And, in the real world, those who occupy positions of authority in functional hierarchies are generally struck to the core by the responsibility they bear for the people they supervise, employ, and mentor.

  Not everyone feels this burden, of course. A person who has become established as an authority can forget his origins and come to develop a counterproductive contempt for the person who is just starting out. This is a mistake, not least because it means that the established person cannot risk doing something new (as it would mean adopting the role of despised fool). It is also because arrogance bars the path to learning. Shortsighted, willfully blind, and narrowly selfish tyrants certainly exist, but they are by no means in the majority, at least in functional societies. Otherwise nothing would work.

  The authority who remembers his or her sojourn as voluntary beginner, by contrast, can retain their identification with the newcomer and the promise of potential, and use that memory as the source of personal information necessary to constrain the hunger for power. One of the things that has constantly amazed me is the delight that decent people take in the ability to provide opportunities to those over whom they currently exercise authority. I have experienced this repeatedly: personally, as a university professor and researcher (and observed many other people in my situation doing the same); and in the business and other professional settings I have become familiar with. There is great intrinsic pleasure in helping already competent and admirable young people become highly skilled, socially valuable, autonomous, responsible professionals. It is not unlike the pleasure taken in raising children, and it is one of the primary motivators of valid ambition. Thus, the position of top dog, when occupied properly, has as one of its fundamental attractions the opportunity to identify deserving individuals at or near the beginning of their professional life, and provide them with the means of productive advancement.

After The Superman

U.S.S. Enterprise, 

Shakedown Cruise Report.

I think this new ship was put together by monkeys! Och, she's got a fine engine, but half the doors won't open, and guess whose job it is to make it right? Borgus frat! 

‘Let's see what she's got' says The Captain — 

And then we found out, didn't we?

Alright — Let’s BluePill This :

The Things in BLUE

are the things he’s WRONG about.

Neo, The One:

I know you’re out there. 

I can feel you now.

I know that you’re afraid.

You’re afraid of Us. 

You’re afraid of Change. 

I don’t know The Future. 

I didn’t come here to tell you 

How this is going to End.

 

I came here to tell you 

How it’s Going to Begin. 

I’m going to hang up this phone, 

and then I’m going to show these people 

what you don’t want them to see. 

I’m going to show Them 

A World without You, 

A World without Rules and Controls, 

Without Borders or Boundaries, 

A World where Anything is Possible. 

Where we go from there -- 

is A Choice I leave to you.

The Transpersonal Ego

It’s not The Centre of The Cosmos :

It orbits.

“At age forty-five or fifty, when you have raised your children and become accomplished in your work, suddenly you fall into a hole. The more sensitive and intelligent you are, the deeper the hole might be. A guide in the form of Virgil may come and list all the things in your life that have gone wrong. These are the nine levels of Hell. Your guide, your intelligence, will dis-illusion you. “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here” is a classical beginning to what Jung called the “ individuation process,” or the spiritualization of a man. If I could rewrite that sign, it would say, “Give up all expectations and presently held concepts.”

 

The job of your intelligence is to catalog Hell for you, to tell you all the things that don’t work. If your integrity is sufficient, if you go forward, Beatrice will come in the form of a radiant vision of hope and the feminine to take you the rest of the way and gently deposit you in Heaven. This will be one of the most profound experiences of your life.

Modern men and women have forgotten how to take this journey. Even with the best of motives — trying to find that vision of life that will nourish us and give meaning to the progression of our days on earth — we do crazy things. We let our marriage go to pieces and marry someone else, hoping to find the visionary feminine in her. We would do well to learn from Dante. Most important is to remember that Virgil, the one who helps us discern what is Wrong, and Beatrice, the heavenly guide, are both interior figures and that this is an interior journey. It has its exterior dimension. If you are an artist, a poet, a healer, a teacher, or a mystic, you will produce outer, tangible results of your journey. But the journey is essentially inner. This is the most important thing to learn.

You will never find a Beatrice to marry, because she is in your imagination, your art, and your prayers. When you seek her in an interior way, she will come in an instant. But you must be humble enough to ask your feminine side for these rare qualities of tenderness and beauty, receptivity and love. Without doing so, it can be difficult to become truly whole. Even if you experience her as a real woman who has entered your life, the grace that has descended upon you is your inner awakening, catalyzed by this wonderful experience. 

It is not The Other. It is in YOU.”

 

Excerpt from: 

"Inner Gold: Understanding Psychological Projection" 

by Arnie Kotler.

Arthur :

 Are you counselor to the King, or to my sister? 

Merlin :

At your service, sir. 

Arthur :

Then answer me this : 

For years peace has reigned in the land. 

Crops grow in abundance, 

there's no want. 

Every one of my subjects enjoys 

his portion of happiness and justice. 

Tell me, Merlin, have we defeated Evil? 

It seems we have. 

Merlin :

Good and Evil —

There never is One without The Other. 

Arthur :

Where hides Evil, then, 

in my kingdom? 

Merlin :

Always... 

...where you never expect it. 

Always. 

I know where. Where, Sir Gawain? I cannot say. You must speak your heart. You sit at the Round Table. Where is this evil? He's our best and bravest. Why then is he never here? Without Lancelot this Table is nothing. Is there anyone here who doesn't think him a god? And now to be driven from us by a woman's desire. In the idleness that comes with peace, I see that gossip has bred its own evil. I will forgive your... ...hasty words. Come. Drink from Lancelot's cup and partake of his goodness. You dare accuse the Queen, Gawain? I do! I protest my innocence. Were I not king, I would make you pay with your life for what you've said. -Will you not champion me? -I cannot. I'm your king, and I must be your judge in this. Lancelot must do it. He also stands accused. I decree... ...that at sunrise two days from now... ...the champions will meet, and the truth shall be known. For by the law of God... ...no knight who is false can win in combat... ...with one who is true. You are the people I love best in the world. -Then why can't you defend me? -The law! My laws must bind everyone, high and low, or they're not laws at all. -You are my husband. -I must be king first. Before husband? If need be. Before love? Lord, we are innocent... ...but not in our hearts. To hold her once in my arms, I would sacrifice everything: Honor. Truth. My sacred trust. God... ...save me from myself, purge me of this love... ...so that I can defend her. I fight against myself.

I Have to Believe.

I got to believe that I did 

everything I could to Save Him, 

to get him back safe, 

to not let him down. 

I got to believe that I did everything humanly possible 'cause if I can't believe that  then these other possibilities that you talk about, that Mulder talks about, that Agent Scully talks about... 

If they're real... if they're real, then... 

That's Something Else 

I could have done to Save My Son.

I Believe that when you truly grow to 

Know and Trust a person, 

you cannot help but like him. 

-- Caesar, 

Battle for The Planet of The Apes

SCENE 10

(SCULLY is lying in the bed in her hospital room. Clock reads 8:30. AM, probably. DOGGETT stands beside her bed watching her. SCULLY wakes. She is surprised to see DOGGETT.)

SCULLY: 

What are you doing, Agent Doggett?

DOGGETT: 

I was, um... 

I just came by to see how you're doing.

SCULLY: 

I'm, uh... I feel all druggy. 

Do you mind?

(She points to the bed table. DOGGETT pours a glass of water and hands it to her.)

SCULLY: 

Thank you.

DOGGETT: 

They say you're stabilized but we've been worried about you.

SCULLY: 

Who's we?

DOGGETT: 

You know... me and Agent Mulder ...

SCULLY: 

What's wrong, Agent Doggett? 

You don't seem too good yourself.

DOGGETT: 

You worked with Agent Mulder for how long? 

A long time.

SCULLY: 

Mm-hmm.

(Her eyes briefly flutter closed as if reliving the exhaustion of the last eight years in 2/3rds of a second.)

DOGGETT: 

You never believed in any of this stuff. 

This paranormal or whatever you call it. 

So, what changed your mind?

(SCULLY is very sleepy.)

SCULLY: 

I realized it was me, that I was afraid. 

Afraid to believe.

(DOGGETT starts to leave the room, then turns back. Again, he is in the wooded area. He is standing a few yards away from the police and FBI agents who are standing in a small circle around something on the ground. As he watches, REYES, in a brown trenchcoat, slowly turns and looks at him. SCULLY's voice brings DOGGETT back into the hospital room.)

SCULLY: 

Why do you ask?

(DOGGETT is silent.)

SCULLY: 

Agent Doggett, why do you ask?

DOGGETT: 

Some other time.

(DOGGETT leaves. SCULLY closes her eyes.)

SCENE 14

(Night. Clock says 3:20. MULDER enters SCULLY's hospital room. She is asleep. He calls softly from the doorway.)

MULDER: 

You awake?

(SCULLY wakes up and looks at MULDER.)

SCULLY: Yeah.

(MULDER closes the door as he walks to the bed. SCULLY is resting her hands on her abdomen.)

MULDER: 

What did the doctor say?

SCULLY: 

That I had a partial abruption. Which means that my placenta started to tear away from the uterine wall. They're going to need to monitor me for awhile.

(MULDER smiles a little.)

MULDER: 

But you're going to be fine?

SCULLY: 

Yeah.

(MULDER reaches out and rests his hand on her swollen belly for a moment. His expression is one of wonder, awe, and joy. He and SCULLY smile at each other.)

SCULLY: 

Where have you been?

(Almost reluctantly, MULDER slides his hand off of her stomach.)

MULDER: 

I've actually been out in the field with Agent Doggett 

and this, um, female Agent from New Orleans.

SCULLY: 

Agent Reyes.

MULDER: 

Yeah.

SCULLY: 

I like her.

(MULDER laughs softly.)

MULDER: 

You're nothing at all alike.

SCULLY: 

Well, then neither are you and I. 

So this is a case you're working on?

MULDER: 

Yeah. Actually, one that involves Agent Doggett's son, 

the son who died.

SCULLY: 

Yeah, he's never talked to me about him, 

but I know something. 

Are you able to help him at all?

(SCULLY is getting sleepy again.)

MULDER: 

You can't help a man who can't help himself.

SCULLY: 

He's worth the effort, Mulder.

(They look at each other. MULDER considers.)

SCENE 16

(DOGGETT is sitting at the X-Files desk. He is on the phone.)

DOGGETT: 

Jeb Dukes, middle name, Larold. No, Larold. Okay, thanks, anyway.

(He hangs up as REYES enters and hears part of the conversation.)

REYES: 

What are you doing, John?

DOGGETT: 

I'm looking into this case.

REYES: 

You're looking in the wrong way. 

There are a hundred agents in this building who can phone canvass.

DOGGETT: 

Ah, but there's only two who can solve crimes with mental telepathy-- you and me. 

So we'll just read the tea leaves on this one 

and there it is, right? Case closed?

REYES: 

John...

DOGGETT: 

Damn it, Monica, you want to find this guy. 

I'm trying to find him. 

What do you want from me?

REYES: 

I want you to be honest with yourself 

about what you saw that day. 

Honest about what your feelings tell you.

DOGGETT: 

Feelings don't solve crimes. 

What the hell does it matter what my feelings are? 

How the hell's that going to get the job done?

REYES: 

I'm not talking about The Job, John. 

What are you scared of? 

Why does it scare you?

DOGGETT:

 I got to believe that 

I did everything I could to find my son.

REYES: (reassuring) 

You did do everything to find your son.

DOGGETT: 

I got to believe that I did everything I could to save him, 

to get him back safe, to not let him down. 

I got to believe that I did everything humanly possible 

'cause if I can't believe that 

then these other possibilities that you talk about, 

that Mulder talks about, that Agent Scully talks about... 

if they're real... if they're real, then... 

that's something else I could have done to save my son.

(Pause. REYES' cell phone rings.)

REYES: (on phone) 

Monica Reyes. 

Katha? Katha, wait.

(She hangs up.)

REYES: 

Jeb Dukes' sister. 

He's there at the house with her.

DOGGETT: 

This guy somehow has some link to my son and I'm damn sure going to find out what it is.

(DOGGETT grabs his coat and precedes REYES out of the office.)

The Evil Superman of 1933

….he’s VERY Bald.