Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies, and fortunately, when there aren't any cookies we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or a subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys, and nose-plugs, and uneaten danish, and soft spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days are in fact here for a much larger and much nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange. But I also know that it just so happens to be true.
Lisa and I watched "Stranger Than Fiction" yesterday. I wasn't expecting much, but man, the film blew me away. It is awesome. The whole "narration" idea is excellent, because I think that's how many of us live our lives... never really free and spontaneous, but always through an edit button. I equate his measured life to a falsely religious life. Never liberated but obsessed with doing things right. It is a lonely, lifeless, and loveless way to live. Although there's a bit of an Owen Meanny theme in the film it totally works. My favorite quote I'll share in full. It's from the narrator: