Monday, October 3, 2011

Time to be metaphorical...figuratively speaking.

nuqneH! maj, je yI?

Or "Hello! How are you?" in english. I felt rather nerdly this afternoon, so I decided to begin my blog with a bit of Klingon. No, I'm not fluent in Klingon, but I am fluent in Google, and therefore am indirectly fluent in every language. And so demonstrated is a look into the realm of Grant's Logic. Please keep your hands and arms inside the car while exiting.

The soundtrack for today's blog, as I write it, is "Amy in the TARDIS", by Murray Gold and the BBC National Orchestra of Wales. A song composed for the British sci-fi series, "Doctor Who", my recently top favorited program :).

Did anyone else feel the disappointment I did from watching the UF/Bama game, this past weekend? Twas a shame, indeed, but I stand as a true Gator and will not lose faith in my Alma Mater, as should you all. With your own Alma Maters, I mean. If you're a Gator, then woot for you!

I sought very deeply to attend the Bama game, but alas, I was bound here in Clearwater by the weight of responsibility. Disappointed? Yes, I admit I felt sad the pre & post game festivities would commence and end without me, however, at the same time I was excited! For I was remaining here to participate in the first script read-through for the film I was casted in! :D If you're a loyal reader, you'll remember I landed a role in a small Indie film being produced in Tampa, and this past Saturday was the first time the main cast and director met up for introductions and scheduling! The film's title is "Of Stony Sleep." I am genuinely, genuinely excited for this project and I cannot wait to begin filming in late November/early December.

Moving on; I wanted to share a neat little poptart of thought I came across while enjoying the writings of a very close, very dear friend, Gemma. If you are feeling adventurous and seek to have your soul garnished with exotic colors and spiced with powdered diamond-paprika, then I highly recommend you check out her blog:

I'm sure you all have seen and/or read "Harry Potter", and if you're a true fan, you'll remember the mystical creatures known as Thestrals. As described by the wonderful and oddly charismatic Luna Lovegood, Thestrals are creatures visible only to those who have seen death. Both the films and books (remember those? They're the analog versions of movies) describe the appearance of the Thestrals as a stand-offish first impression. Bony, skeletal, winged horse-like creatures with reptilian features; these animals initially birth fear and intimidation to the audience. Such visually deterring sights, Harry was taken back by them and, in turn, so were the people following Harry through the 4th wall of fantasy fiction. It seems natural that the sight of these off-putting creatures could only be gained through the worst experience anyone can endure.

I have never bore witness to the passing of someone's soul from this world, but with the passing of my father last March, I got close enough. The experience left a void in my my soul. A void that will never be filled, will never heal and I will feel the pain of it every day for the rest of my life. Similar to Harry (but in a completely figurative sense), I have my own view of Thestrals now. I have this large fearsome looking creature that follows me everywhere I go and, in a way, I'm the only one who can see it. The people I see on the street can't see it, they can't feel the weight of it, they can't perceive the void it reminds me of. And they may have Thestrals of their own, yes, I am not saying I'm the only one who has ever felt the pain of loss, but whats mine is mine alone. I will never claim to feel exactly what someone else feels, because I'm not inside their mind, nor can they do the same for me.

Here's where I'm going to refer back to the wise Luna Lovegood. Luna could see the beauty in so many things that others found repulsive. What was spurned by so many she embraced, and understood, and appreciated. The Thestral became, as the audiences discovered, quite beautiful animals. While they reminded those characters of memories unwanted, or undeserved, they also served as a symbol for a far more valuable idea. A symbol introduced to the Harry Potter audience before Thestrals were even named in the series. A symbol that represents figuratively what Thestrals do literally.

Thestrals move forward.

Before they were finally seen by Harry, and openly named by Luna, these--then invisible--creatures were used to transport the carriages of 1st year students to Hogwarts from the arriving train. When Harry could finally see them, he used them as transport once again. The adventure could not have continued without the Thestrals and, quite simply, they moved the story forward. The beasts used as a reminder to characters of the death they came so close to literally moved the characters forward and onward with the new chapters enveloping their lives. Chapters they faced, ready or not. And so was demonstrated the beauty of the Thestral that (I believe) Luna Lovegood saw in them, or at least one of the beauties she saw. The other beauty is the 'kinship' created by those who could see the Thestrals. A commonality which they all shared. A void left in each of their lives. An unspoken, unwritten brotherhood to connect them all. Voids born from death cannot be fully healed, but they can become easier to endure through the help of those who know their own pain.

And so...we move forward. Ready or not. :)

After using the word 'Thestral' 13 times, I leave this blog entry hoping that this piece of nerd-philosophy brings comfort to anyone who may need it.

I dedicate this particular blog entry to one of my best friends, Gemma.