Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

I love the Golden Slumbers Medley from the Beatles. That and Solzbury Hill by Peter Gabriel and some song by the Cure about a girl whose name Robert Smith never caught accompanied home to my parents' house this evening. I kept replaying these songs on my cds this evening.

The only songs that fit this evening were these songs. I truly appreciate it when my meandering thoughts have a soundtrack to round out their impact. Thoughts such as "Do we all get a Betrice like Dante did, or is every journey a little different. Maybe not everybody needs even a journey to get to the conclusions that Dante reached. And maybe, like me, the majority of us just get to use Beatrice through Dante. Maybe that is what makes his love so beautiful. I wonder just how much of his visions, his travels got lost in the translation?

Speaking of lost in translation, I wonder if I get the dvd version of that movie, and set it on subtitles, will I get to see what Bill Murray whispered to Scarlett Johansen? Or will it just say ?

Is Solzbury Hill a Christ song? Or is it just a bunch of cocaine-induced lyrics coming from a man whose heart is about to explode. Is there any kind of connection among Beatrice's eyes filled with the love of Heaven, _In Your Eyes_ and Lucy's kaleidescope eyes? I think so. If I ever get to make a movie, and then get to make The Divine Comedy into a trilogy of films, I think that Beatrice should have kaleidescope eyes. That would be fun. I'll make the part at sunset have marmelade skies.

And now I leave you as Dante was found . . . en medeas res. And now I go back to look upon the stars.

--Hooper