"I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me — that is what I understand. And these two certainties — my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle — I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my condition?
If I were a tree among trees, a cat among animals, this life would have a meaning, or rather this problem would not arise, for I should belong to this world. I should be this world." - Albert Camus
I'm a freelance cinematographer, here's some of my work. https://vimeo.com/95258918
and a recent one,
Filmmaking, documentaries, human rights, photography, cooking, philosophy, dancing, reading, writing, swimming, martial arts (MUAY THAI BABEH!!), cycling, drawing, painting, chess, jumping, flying, movies, watching the stars, smelling the flowers, squeezin furry animals till they make some sorta noise, actually anything at all. I love stuff from quantum mechanics to origami.
The Fountain, The Congress, Bladerunner, The Matrix, Her, too many actually.
The nature of my personal reality.
What to create next.
The nature of consciousness and the reality that consciousness is observing.
"From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth. Consciousness illuminates it by paying attention to it. Consciousness does not form the object of its understanding, it merely focuses, it is the act of attention, and, to borrow a Bergsonian image, it resembles the projector that suddenly focuses on an image. The difference is that there is no scenario, but a successive and incoherent illustration. In that magic lantern all the pictures are privileged. Consciousness suspends in experience the objects of its attention. Through its miracle it isolates them. Henceforth they are beyond all judgments. This is the “intention” that characterizes consciousness. But the word does not imply any idea of finality; it is taken in its sense of “direction”: its only value is topographical." - Albert Camus