Friday, September 22, 2006


It's ten to midnight, I'm up writing a paper, and Turner Classic Movies is on in the background, and suddenly it hits me like a bolt of lightening. Something that has always haunted me, and yet never fully invaded my conscious mind. A realization that totally puts all of Life and its mysteries fully into perspective and lends clarity to all of the deeper questions that hover just beyond the bounds of obscurity. It's something so huge, so brilliant, yet so utterly simple, that it clamors to be shared.

Ingmar Bergman was one pompous, boring, somnambulant mo-fo.