I watched this from beginning to end to try and find the meaning in the story.
All I can remember is the power displayed by the heroes. Becoming monsters, crushing ordinary people, and developing the power to blow them about, to become large, angry and scary.
Lots of loud sound, lots of rage, big monsters crushing ordinary people, then ordinary people rising above this with their own strength. It lasted for more than 2 hours, things blowing up, flying, falling down.
Big sound.
I feel strongly that hatred of people who come from different histories, reveals hatred for humanity. And now that billionaires are blamed for ruling the world, we, humanity must find new ways to go forward.
Contempt for life itself is the cause of fear in our minds and hearts.
Wishing you a lovely evening to finish off the beautiful day.
And may all your hopes come true.
much love Granny
First of all most of them have not been invited. Some are easily deleted and some are welcomed. But then I wonder who should I believe? Is it worth the wondering?
It might have been a common response to any female child who had opinions.
Or any person who was an immigrant but not rich.
Or anyone they did not agree with or like.
This is what I heard from Aunts, Teachers and any adult who I annoyed.
So I attempted to be something.
My mother's family came from France in the second World war.
Expressing my opinion was easy for me. I was the kind of child who started singing when I thought my kin were asleep. It showed me up for being conceited and uncaring about others. This was when I was afraid of my father.
I didn't have academic ability and would drift off during class. I was driven by my own opinions, thoughts and needs.
When arriving in Canada at 16 I believed I would be special because I came from England. I entered the Miss Canada Pageant, eager to make friends. Becoming famous was the goal although I didn't attach any skills. However a man at the office where I worked said I have nice apples and so I was noticed.
I believed as long as I feel safe all was well. At that time the beauty contests were reasonably clean and they protected the contestants from scheming men when they could. I mentioned to them I was getting scared because the man who drove me had planned to take me to a place he was to visit after the pageant and that conversation in the car was about sexuality - sort of like grooming. When I told the pageant staff they arranged for me to get a plane from Toronto back to Montreal. It was a lucky day for this new Canadian.
I wanted to be famous so I clearly had a high opinion of myself. Although I didn't have fame or money.
But what did it mean that I would never amount to anything. What kind of fame was I after. I was ignorant and vain but that didn't show up on my inner opinion of myself. It was my ego who was determined not my real self, my cloak of self deception. Oh and the modern advertising to get people to care only about how they look to the outside world. I swallowed it all.
Eventually I found love, got married and had three children. Then I had to think seriously about them.
Would the mother who would never amount to anything be a source of wisdom and kindness? Allowing them to find fame and wealth?
My naïveté was not dangerous in the sixties. My opinions and the readiness to share them. Helped although there was the time a man who had a high position wanted to see me. The hierarchy was tight and women, young women, would try to please any man who has power. I was taken to his office where he fondled my breasts. Sighed and let me go. Then I was demoted although I never told anyone about it. I thought a different person tried to protect me.
"To be clear, calm is not a replacement "
"To be clear, calm is not a replacement for righteous rage or fury at injustice, both of which are powerful drivers for necessary change. But calm is the precondition for focus, for the capacity to prioritize and act strategically. Which may well be the reason so many powerful people seem determined to deprive us of our ability to find that focused state – whether it’s Donald Trump bombarding us with a non-stop barrage of shocks, outrages and baseless conspiracies, or Sam Altman telling us that “intelligence” is a “utility” we will soon be purchasing like electricity or water. In other words: Don’t bother making sense of reality yourself – outsource all that bothersome cognitive labour to the algorithm, and it’ll do it for you" Naomi Klein
