AUTHOR-TURNED-SELF-PLAGIARIST'S NOTES: On this very happy Father’s Day, I only dipped seven years into the past for today’s installment. To my mind, chronology is less important than narrative continuity. Or something. Anyway, I CHEATED!
But I like this piece. And as I cross the halfway point on cutting and scoring The Great Divide, it’s nice to balance my focus on the film with the simple act of staying in touch.
Some extremely cool news, coming up extremely soon! But in the meantime, I’ll be making an effort to post something of putative value here daily.
Love you! STAY TUNED!!!
I’ve always been happiest in the company of people who care about making our shared experience the best experience we could possibly share. This is particularly true in creative endeavors, where bringing our personal best is intrinsic to pulling it off. No link can be weak, or it's no chain at all.
But it's the same thing in everyday life. And as much as even the closest of us might disagree on particulars of this or that potentially huge-ass thing, the closest bridge between opposites is a simple thing we like to call "good will".
Good will means we want to like each other. See something valuable and good in each other. And work from there. Despite our oppositions.
I have so many adversaries who should be friends. And so many friends who could easily be adversaries, but aren't, because we take the time to listen to each other, and enjoy each other's company enough to make it worth the effort.
My point is that -- divided and conquered as we are -- a little good will can go a long, long way between "It's great to see you!" and "Go fuck yourself to death!"
Not saying you have to love everybody, and they have to love you, too, cuz that ain't never gonna happen.
Just sayin' it's a bridge I'd love to see crossed more often. And suspect our only genuine hope lies therein.