Everybody Answers to Somebody

Muslims will answer to Jesus
even though they won't hear his question.
And Christians will answer to Allah
but won't be given the question.

Your answer to the alarm clock is to get up
and begin a day of thousands of questions
none of which can be answered incorrectly if
you want to fall asleep again.

We're contestants on the Price of Life
where we take turns asking questions
and pretending to know the answer.
"I know, I just want to see if YOU do."

So what is the right question?
What question can we ask ourselves to get
IT?
What is the meaning of life?
Where do we go after we die?
Is there a soul?
Is this the way a human being should live?

My question is, if every bit of human strife and suffering can be attributed to
different ways of asking or answering a question, a question or answer we invented
and then adhered to with the fervor of a lioness protecting her young, my question is
what is the use of answering questions at all. Is it not enough just to ask them and daydream
of the millions of possible answers which we can never know? Wouldn't you like that better
than answering to all of these someones and somebodies you hardly know who pretend to know the answers?

I would.

Movie Review: Deep Blue Sea

Deep Blue Sea, Movie Title or a Metaphor for the Human Condition,

By

Drew Smith

The movies; the bad guy falls in a pile of manure, the right guy gets the pretty girl and Samuel L. Jackson never dies under any circumstances. But the film, Deep Blue Sea, is not a movie, it is a hand guide for life. And not just in a, "I must survive these genetically enhanced super sharks" sense. Oh no, just beneath the surface of the turbid waters of Renny Harlin's movie theater thriller lies a symphony composed of the holy portions of each of the great philosopher's most sentient revelations. Within this 129 minute masterpiece lies every basic question man ever need pose to himself. Man against beast, man against human engineered super fish, man against himself( as seen in S.M.J's moving pre-death speech) and, definitely most of all, man against the very salty womb he first flopped forth from; the deep...blue...sea. When carefully examined it is plain to see that Deep Blue Sea is nothing more than an on screen representation of humanities "akaward" teenage years. At the peak of our evolutionary independence, when we are no longer subservient to the whims of ruthless and overbearing Mother Nature, the Earth begins calling us at our friend's house past curfew to remind us that the most common teenager related deaths are caused by drunk drivers. The constant flow of water searching for S.LJ., LL.C.J, Thomas Jane, Michael Rappaport and the angelic Saffron Burrows represents, at its core, the punishment of a naughty child by its hovering helicopter momma; and this mother does not follow the rules. Sensing the raw epic nature of the script, Harlin takes risks that even the most seasoned of Hollywood directors wouldn't take. Only a director with film credentials like Die Hard 2 and the Sly Stallone slice of brain gold, Cliffhanger would have the tits to kill off the movie's only viable star before the 45 minute mark. And if that weren't enough, Harlin serves up the same fate to the movie's only comedic force and main sexual centerpiece before the film climaxes in a gush of dynamite and sharks blood.

If you are an average film goer, a "Wes Anderson", "Coen Brothers" (do these" " denote sarcasm?) fanboy, you need not buy a ticket for this opus of imagination and hardcore thrill. If you enjoy a nice, well fitting romantic comedy or a society rocking documentary, beat your feet. This movie is for madmen. This movie is a treatise on the Steppenwolf. This movie is not for everybody.