I’d like to shed some darkness on the new Star Trek Movie.
I don’t usually drink, but my viewing of Into Darkness started two hours later than planned so I decided to past the time with a carafe of Japanese Rice Wine, a pint of Sapporo, a pint of some hippy home brew, and, finally, a shot of southern comfort.
I find a few drinks helps me think more clearly and feel more openly movies I view. The pot I smoked before driving 30 minutes to the theater helped as well. By the time I got in there I was ready for Star Tours at Disneyland I assure you.
You can’t discount the inner geek child pleading to see movies like Into Darkness based on ads, and ignorance of the history of Star Trek. JJ Abrams started this young man’s interest in Star Trek.
I hate to tell you Trekkies, but the movie purportedly tells the early history of one of our favorite star trek villans who I cannot reveal to you. There are alot of them so don’t think you know.
I’d like to segueway for a moment to discuss a phenomenon I’ve noticed when smoking or eating alot of pot. I call the experience ‘The I Love Yous’. After taking a bit too much pot, the stoner begins to feel like the pot is too strong. This means you’re feeling out of control and worrying about your mortality. This fear of mortality leads to a regression into childhood religious rituals (if you had a religious background that is), or at least some sort-of semi-recent spiritual interest. One feels afraid of their death due to a nervous anxiety attack, a panic attack. This feeling leads to a need to ‘fix’ the problem out of desperation as it were.
In some cases, the pot head who smoked too much seeks to focus on helping others instead of worrying about the self–which may be perishing anyway.
In my case, the nearest person who I can help is my girlfried. So I begin to treat her in a way that I imagine is how she wants to be treated. But it is deeper than that even. Many of our human problems come from disconnection from one another emotionally and mentally. ‘TILY’ helps the, for lack of a better word, ‘victim’, convert nervous energy into love for another. The fear of self-harm turns into the pursuit of pleasing a loved one. But because of the almost desperate nature of this effect, it becomes apparent in time that the feeling is a fleeting, drug-induced reaction. Beware though this can lead to marriages, engagements, and the desire for a child.
Or it can lead to prayer to whatever you think is above, for mercy or for strength or the ability to convert your terror into love and compassion for all human kind.
For when the world is falling apart, the only thing that will matter is love and compassion for your fellow human being — for all beings ideally.
But once the effect fades, you come back to a more stable reality and wonder ‘what the hell was that all about’?