…and keeps whispering in my ear.
All he says is this:
At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages’ way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out—not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again.
Sooo… What I’m saying here is go see Cloud Atlas. 3 hours, beautiful, and worth it. I remain heartbroken that it is drastically similar to a project I’ve been toying with; it may have to wait for a while, until editors are through a phase of submissions inspired by the movie.