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And these energys at some scales, whos possible permutations of interactions so vast and incalculable, though pictures maybe drawn and things understood at those certain scales of existence, relatively close to the human scale, appear to be mainly repeatable emergent phenomena or feedback that when traced to its source run into a field of things so fast moving so small so ephemeral so difficult to observe without disruption, that the limitations of humans scale interactions, make it impossible to predict with certainty on any scales too distant from our own.

The scale of chemistry and biology, both visible signal markers, emergent layers … of tightly wound perceivable significance relevant to the human scale, and dna merely the nearest quaternary biological informational carrying base from which the human perspective has emerged like other base orders which on binary are hosted, and this base in turn defers to the chemical scale or base, which in turn is built on the swirling base of energy below from which like the horizon, contains no end or final point at which we may arrive.

It is this feedback and tight looping of things upon themselves at one scale that helps create emergent phenomena and bases at other scales that often defies comprehension in our artificial search for the final base or fundamental scale of things. loops can only artificially be interpreted to have a beginning and an end and both of these most often existent at every point upon them, It is our linearisation and decisional binarisation for the benefit of cognitive linear progress and our penchant for discrete observeable objects at all scales, that means we will be hampered in finding the end point on a loop, linearity with its easily identifiable points is our human projection.

These energy’s like all objects or concepts … either chirally garnering potency or dwindling, everything is in motion, when someone does something terrible, I feel it usually stems from a loss of energy or mass to some critical aspect of their psychological existence, which the general environment has sucked from them, leaving them imbalanced or not whole enough to thrive in their orbit of spin and self potency, their is a deficit in this scenario a discrepancy that cannot be compensated for, which now weakened is constantly being eaten away by the general environment, or seeking sustenance to endebteadly be sustained by borrowing from other cells and like any cell it will eventually collapse unable to preserve the functioning parts of its contents, whether psychologically or physically. The modern existence creates these new human psychological collapse disorders.

Too much we give up our energy to false concepts, which have way to much mass for realism or even theyre own good, and often at the detriment of our own happiness. we surrender our happiness to a state of instability in which we search for stability, usually through money or intellectual quests, as a symbolic tokenisation and parcelment of the things we have linearised from nature, which we remove from each other and general abundance and create scarcity or in the case of intellect paint as insufficient, for deserved reward of the linearised resources, we have denied to each other, in order to motivate our existences, and put motion into the human journey.

Humanity is not natural because we have broken free of the balance of natures cycles, and can borrow from nowhere into existence, energys and concepts in profit by taking from the balanced cycles of nature and laying them out linearly, this distorted manipulation of things, can create paths, journeys, ways, and thereby endings good or bad, like being happily married or damaging the environment all are now possible to arrive at since we created our human way, though also never strangley to stop at ?, fixed points dont exist except a certain crude scales of observance.

It is this desperate human desire to binarise and linearise and abstract existence into binary decisional based scenarios or pathways, which enables us to travel our own path outside of the circular paths of nature, but this linearisation of the journey, forces our journey to have features like a beginning and an end though mainly somewhere in the middle, whereas as natures cycles are not really bothered by such human concepts, yet at the same time this linearisation of things enables us to wield beneficial concepts such as progress, but linearising existence, mainly disables us from being happy for large proportions of existence, because linearising existence creates a journey with a beginning and an end, and by that nature of motion we have never really “arrived” except unto death, therefore life itself is not lived as happily as it could be.

perhaps cultures that were not living in a heightened state of fervent belief in the idea of progression, or living with a defecit of contentment in regards their current and only state of existence, who often live closer too or in harmony with natures cycles are in fact happier, as they are living in a state in which they are “always arrived”, whereas in modern culture we have never arrived, we are always moving toward arriving, until we die, this creates progress through a state of discontent and dissatisfaction. if you keep people discontent they are easier to persuade of things, for in this state of discontent they are searching for new doctrine to lead to the happy state of content that is denied them, and which they gave up for progress in the first place.

all things appear different by scale and viewpoint, to us the ground is static, from space the earth is moving at one speed, the solar system the arm of the galaxy another, all is relative and in motion and interacting however diffusely with everything else, what matters and makes an interest to us is our viewpoint and that is most often determined by the human scale.

happiness is not written into human existence.

Religions now apparent fracturing, is compensation against churches that have survived in recent times by acting as communitys centre for mainly foreign peoples, who have been indoctrinated abroad by morally dubious missionary work, only to then move to live in this country and zombie like maintain ailing religious attendance and activity in this culture by taking over churches and using them as a place for masonic like, self serving ethnic minority community activity, and ostricising the non attending native even further in the process, sadly it is the traditonal branches of christianity in this country that are being subsumed by this fracturing, and the other branches of religion, islam etc that are cohesively on the rise, this distresses me greatly for a country who historical roots of religion stem from celtic/christian origins. But this is the price christian religion will have to pay for having meddled and messed with native peoples the world over, whether in the uk or elsewhere.

Please bear in mind this review is not made with reference to the first two films in the trilogy and that having seen the third i will now go back and fully view the others, as this film makes me curious as to perhaps the ill appreciated merit of the first two.

Robinson in Ruins ?

for me it was a a cross between a visual complete culpepers herbal, combined with a new form of visual psycho-geography, densely researched and interlinked, the visual language and style used is a refreshing antidote to the modern media, of jerk shot swerving low attention span blipvert editing, This film revels in long locked off contemplative shots that linger, so as to aid the dense textual content, some space to seep into your mind, this film has an almost literary quality.

now obviously there is a multitude of threads and several subtexts within this film, one being the semi-fictional character of robinson himself, no doubt influenced by Patrick Keiller’s experiences & perceptions , filtered through a characters eyes who to some extent, is a native alien of the isle trying to comprehend it, and the timelines are interweaved to an extent that attempts to highlight the duality in the ever present relevance and non relevance of the concepts of time and story themselves, themes altered but repeating through human history, and how some larger stories themselves only exist by the traversal of large spans of seemingly dispirate time, and how at a point in the middle a place may fall silent only to re-emerge some point later, and how the story is unfinished and neither will ever really begin or end, it is something out of time. and when I use the word story in the context of this particular film, it is not in the ‘parable, didnt we learn a lesson sense’, as there is not really any defined agendas, plots or views to convey, it just comes at you, as does real life … fragmented and difficult to discern.

The epicentre for the locations in this film are no doubt not too far from Patricks home turf, but this film is perhaps making evident proof if any were needed that the psycho-geographical landscape of this “isle” (robinson reference) is so dense that we are tripping over it everywhere, and almost anywhere would have sufficed to make the same point, and it can be felt from this film that to some extent the specific locations though chosen aren’t of primary importance, for no doubt many other locations could have yielded a similar result.

Overall the film is disquieting and depressing for those viewers ill able to concentrate and see its depths, as an older catholic lady sitting next to me simply commented post curtain fall “depressing”, perhaps she might have preferred “mama mia” ? but even those who fully feel or comprehend the swathe its cutting, will not come out feeling … joyous, because this film is trying to rake through the pasts glowing coals of cultural history and identity in this “isle” and find the grey ash that mainly fills the backdrop of human existence, and that the passing of each moment stitched to the next enables us to avoid by that movement, the necessity to ever truly cognate what we think we have perceived in the present. A house, a bridge, a field, a motorway sign are all much more than we should attempt to comprehend, a psycho-geography so dense that to master even a few locations, as this film attempts and to interweave that together with the real links that exist between all things both past and current within them is an almost an inhuman task.

And this film makes beautifully dispirate and delicate real links between past and current history , banking crisis, farming practice, the enclosures of natural space, the suppression and deliberate divisionment of people in this isle historically, to the natural crisis within the landscape today from human activity, militaristically defined landscapes held and run by incomprehensibly complex outsourced privatised globo corporate business share vehicles.

Some might criticise a lingering shot within this film of combine harvesters, yet it is there for several purposes, this film is so dense textually in the information its conveying and makes no apology for it, you need to keep up, to hold the thread being built in your own imagination, and the harvesting shot is a rest point for you to digest and coagulate into a clearer form, allot of what has previously been delivered, and functions at this role rather well, secondarily it serves to highlight another subtext in the film which is mans mastery and dominance over an apparently natural landscape, the harvesting shot though only 2 or 3 minutes of footage ? helps to draw a small yet realistic glimpse of the monotony with which man is almost bleakly raping the land for so maximal a yield, the “were almost to good at technology” comment bubbles up here, and that fields aren’t really fields at all, theyre really just production units in some tabulated statistic of overall production yield.

The dalliance on flowers and insects seems almost a recurring visual prayer in this film, in its thematic use, natures softly spoken, robust rythmic self balancing circularity runs ever on and attempts to elucidate its ultimate survival against the machine of man, such a great symbol of hope, that we have not as yet … defeated … nature. And like all civilisation’s afore us, as the ruins on display … show, we will fall someday, as we have so obviously already risen and must now morph into something else, as all spaces and places seem to be ever in the process off, in this film. Places are sedimentary, like “fossil alligators” laid down and layered in, one on top of another, and nature as always though altered, will probably succeed us and erode our works, for nature is so expert as always in every little way of trying to return to a state of arcane grace despite our transitory harnessing and debasement of it. though this is not to say that even nature is something seeking a static perfection, its strength against us lies in its attempted adaptation.

The sounds in this film, seem key to tapping into the audiences comprehension of the scenes, the difference in birdsongs, and the ever present inhuman noise of present human activitys, evoke some interesting emotional influences into play that counterpoints and interplays with the dense textual moments, on a subconscious level. This film very often feels like someone has finally turned down the rabid screaming and overt plot volume of most current cinema and tv, and because of this the senses are more keenly applied and refreshingly able to amplify and perceive the full scope of the subtlelty’s attemptedly portrayed in this film.

The human figures wherever referenced and located in this psycho geographical landscape seem to demonstrate a repeating theme of mans bi-lingual hypocracy unto himself, during such relatively short human lives and the words the figures use and abuse, nought more than emotive political noise that is distorted over and through time, for the various agendas of exploitation at any given moment.

some themes recurr throughout this film :
The layering of place and time and its insistence on morphing, the transitory nature of things and that human noise and activity are but imperfect states.
the endless human desire to linearise natural patterns and superimpose orders that aren’t real, for personal benefit in such narrow frames of time. The beneficial beauty in the corruption and erosion of all human things. and mans inhumanity unto himself.

niggles : the slicing of and jumping around in … time, though aiding the story at most points and very functional in nature, made it a little to harder to pull all the sense from the film in its first viewing, yet in a way preserves the beneficial possibility of second and third viewings, from which more maybe yielded. Not to say that it should be ordered in time or anything as crass as that, because that would have damaged the films scope and tale immensely. just perhaps a slower frequency to the jumping textually ? but with the ground this film is trying to cover, working out how it could be done better, would take some serious time and consideration.
At some points it felt as if some of the points were perhaps a little pointed toward topical purposes, fields of poppys grown for medicinal purposes, and their linkage to recent foreign wars over drugs and bases and thereby a subtle path toward hypocracy etc. But these threads, as most things in this film are left to the viewers own perceptions to infer, nothing is explicit or demanded there is no agenda being set, which is very pleasing.

Ultimately the film also eludes that “Robinson”, though existent in the “isle”, does not feel somehow comfortable, as perhaps a native of this isle might be … perceived to be, and that the native in this isle of England is somehow dis-enfranchised from the truth of it, and injured by the heavy tonnage of psycho-geography and its associated culture, history, and propaganda that affects the islander, and as so very often happens in history, it is often not, to his own benefit to comprehend, stand up for or be a part of it, but at the same time robinson is drawn to, and bound by, yet cannot escape the isle, which holds a sway of some significance over the very foundation of his own story, the isle a place he yearns for and despises in the same hand, yet never fully understands or comprehends nor was ever destined to.

A tone poem of a film relating to this isle, in the grand scope of which it may be perceived cross time, for those with minds aroused to peruse, by its quiet … almost dull allure.

1. What is the meaning of life ?
Firstly there isn’t an individual and overriding meaning to life, except perhaps Secondarily to understand that loving or attempting to love other people as a human being, is a worthwhile activity whilst living, rather than living alone or not believing in other people, as living alone isn’t what life as a human being is for, some people unfortunately do spend there life alone and does not mean we should pity or chastise them, as they can also make great contributions, but that there life might have been richer for them if they had shared it. Thirdly we should balance the comprehension of this shared existence endeavour, with an equal measure of attempting to enhance and advance the understanding and definition of humanitys answer to the very question that caused these answers in the first place, ie one of lifes purposes is to endeavour to discover its meaning. Fourthly whilst operating the last three points we should attempt to comprehend were meant to try and enjoy the first three endeavours whilst were at it, and finally and Fifthly fear nothing life throws at us, both success and failure are two sides of the same coin, and the foundation of someone elses success is supported, quantified, measured and thereby dependently exists only with reference to someone elses failure , and again failure is at its least a meritable sign of trying, that is all comprehensibly washed away by Sixthly simultaneously holding the thought that nothing really matters in the end.

2. Is there a God ?
No there is not a GOD in any traditional religious sense, all known knowledge points to god if existent in any form, being incomprehensible from a human perspective. It would be a wonder to imagine that if there were such a thing as god, that it could make itself understood to us, in our present state of existence. So if you were to comprehend god, it would probably not be as yourself currently, therefore if one cannot comprehend god in ones current state of being from the perspective of this human existence, then god for us in this reality, or even as ourselves in another reality does not comprehendably exist, in a way that we can point to with personal comprehension.

Perhaps upon death there is some subtle shift to our being that makes other meta views as yet unseen possible but I still doubt we would see this as ourselves, for the existence/god dilemna does prove one fact, existence in its most reduced model often leads to a proof of something beyond the scientific, for ‘nothing existing’ would be the logical and obvious state, and this not being the case, certainly implies something is here, and that which is, did not assume the form of this easiest state(I myself find the true comprehension of that easiest state nothing : the most terrifying thing) this being the case means that at the core of existence , the tools of human logic will not serve us to understand the sum of everything, therefore as there will always remain, and in my opinion thankfully so, an unconquerable indivisible stubborn element we will never comprehend, this element in its humorous sense maybe thought of as the emotional magic some may call god, and I find it nice to think that we in some way, are directly connected to that magic indivisible thing.

3. Do blondes have more fun?
erm who cares ? I was a blonde child when young and I had some fun, but im sure some kids of other hair colour had as much fun if not more than me. answer : no.

4. What is the best diet ?
a balanced one that sustains and enhances your health ? well thats the german sense of it, but into that mix can be placed the pleasures of taste, such that it is balanced more than just nutritionally, as eating well has yet to be proven to sustain your life indefinately, as such it is futile to eat purely from a health perspective, as part of the eating experience, stems from what pleasure maybe gained from it as an experience, and it is finding this balance between health and pleasure to play out over your whole life and tongue, that makes it a “balanced diet”.

5. Is there anybody out there?
In the psychological sense, yes see the answer to question one, sometimes we may feel that no true contact can be made between human beings and that we, though ignorant of it are somehow actually alone, but in reality you can give other people more meaning to their own existence when you interact with them. and if you affect them that means they must be there. if this question is an allusion to other life outside of this earth, the scale of existence itself probably puts this at an equal probability of your own existence, and since you exist … the answer to this is yes, the problem with this answer is that although it is yes, this other life maybe at such a distance that the current interpretation of physics can find no safe human way/sensible method of meeting up, and even if we did it might be to meet a planet of plants or electrical entity’s, but thats what makes planning such a trip fun, the endless are we they’re yet ? for 19 millenia (see this article), only to be followed probably by not much amusement when we get there to shake hands either with an algae or our own humanity itself already setup nicely, since during our journey a series of increasingly advanced craft overtook each other to arrive at the destination before us and ruined the place before we got there ? though admittedly there is the chance for an exotic encounter beyond imagining, which makes it worth the pursuit.

6. Who is the most famous person in the world ?
This is not a worthy question for an english man

7. What is love ?
Its a true, but often temporarily and rarely found belief that hope and security and home for the psyche/soul validly rests in other people and maybe trustfully placed in they’re care reciprocally, rather than just oneself, and discovering through bidirectional evidential feedback that this can be true, is what may pass for love. This may obviously be accompanied with intense emotional feelings, as we rarely experience something so needed and so valid, letting these emotions overwhelm the psyche may prove detrimental to the love, some amplify their feelings and use them up and unconsciously seek its failure through too much testing, but a low calm emberous burn lasts the longest, and love can fill a life if it is played with balance and tunefully.

8. What is the secret to happiness ?
Seeing children grow from 2- 6 … the answers to questions are generally a presumption or an opinion.

9. Did Tony Soprano die ?
This a disgusting question, to be resident on this list. But evidence if any were needed of how cultures humour has degraded to a very low ebb, and that criminality is perceived as some form of suitable entertainment for the bored masses, who need to grow some more and spend their time fruitfully, it is one thing to waste ones own time, it is another thing to turn that waste of time into a pointless question for others to waste even more of human existence upon, not that the entity resolved from question 2 cares if we waste our time with such questions ? but we as humans should be listening to our higher human nature, which more importantly cares if we do, unless we too greatly and lazily comprehend the sixth point in question 1.

10. How long will I live ?
The length of time in which you live is an unknown variable, there are many unseen random ways of dying suddenly, which though unlikely overrule the sense of debate as regards any attempt to predict ones own death. More importantly, just rest assured that living can only done in the present, so make sure you make use of it. Plan like your leaving an empire to someone in a hundred years but live like you’ll die tomorrow or maybe next week sometime ? wow its amazing what tosh philosophy we can come up with at a push, but hey. answering questions with homespun philosophys is easy, living life well is another issue, so concentrate on that rather than questions like “How long will I live”

Now that we solved these 10, I suggest you get back to concentrating on doing something to enhance life in the present.

pretty much most of that which he outputs, emerges as a condign and warming tableau …… cough

i love the way he refuses to dumb down his vocabulary, I agree … screw the illiterate, you cant learn new words unless someone is shouting them at you from the front of a classroom, and you have a marginal fear driving you to an increased vocabulary.

I learnt condign :) … go dig out the definition lazy

His sophisticated rants would fly high above and appear so abstruse to the subjects he targets, that he could probably let rip in their presence and they would still feel a great deal of uncertainty, about interpreting his meaning.

long may he haunt our screens with documentarys only a minority of the population will enjoy.

The expression …

“We learn to love the monsters we become”

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