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The work is a message of enlightenment. It is a visual illumination of what we are taught to think and believe from the very start of our lives to the culmination of the ultimate truth; that what we think is real is not real...our thoughts are only a glimpse of what truly exist. All we see are shadows on the wall. The more we try to make them real, the less real we become. We may realize this truth and awaken, our we may sink into our mind and allow the last brick of the wall to be laid.
Fame does not make us real, nor sex nor power. These fleeting transient primordial manifestations of crude and separatist thought are masterfully illustrated in this work. Pink the child is taught to memorialize and believe in the symbology and ceremony of war. His intimacy with the subject is further intensified and rooted in, his father having served and been killed in action. The model of his identity was a man destroyed by and ideology. The seed of his insanity began with his identification with it though the coaxing of his elders and so thus the foundation of the wall began to take place.
As we begin to realize the truth, we begin to see cracks in the wall. Soon the cracks become bigger and we may see what truly is there. At this moment we can choose to accept what is, or we can capitulate to the instinct to create an identity and start the process all over again. Though this may allow us o function in a periodicity that most may seem as normal, the bricks of several rebuilt walls amount to that of one large one. In a pragmatic society, this allows many to function as normal. Both are false. Both are insanity. One is accepted and even idolized as Pink became Floyd, the quasi Hitler adored for is super sized identity. But neither is truth.
As our generation may be forced to play out the recycling dramas of a collective mind energy that has taken mass control of the planet, the hope of rebirth and the inevitable evolution of our species points to the hope that sooner rather than later, our mess will begin to be cleared. And so the movie ends with the children clearing the horrible rubble and debris of what one generation left.
Our realization that we are not what people tell us, that there is more than what we see, that the separation between mass and energy time and space and all conventions of thought are imperfect, that the one truth and interconnectedness lies with in us, separate form our minds, brings us closer as a society to truth. It is a truth that is subtlety realized. More and more we realize it. There is no wall.
m006534 6 October 2005
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