Just went to see "Inception"--about a group of folks who go inside of a guy's head to plant an idea--it is very elaborate. Someone has to be the architect of three levels of dreams, they have signals and "kicks" to get from one level to another and back again, etc. Leo DiCaprio, Ellen Page, Joseph Gordan Leavitt--great cast. It was sort of like Ocean's Eleven meets James Bond meets Jumpers meets scifi. The effects were great. The story was interesting. And the ending is ambiguous. It made me think about time--about how sometimes time goes very quickly, and sometimes it goes very slowly. When I am occupied, concentrating intensely on something or other, time speeds by. Or when I'm really enjoying myself--playing the guitar, reading, etc. Time drags on days when nothing is happening. What causes this illusion? And is it an illusion? Can we live in any time we wish? Can time stop? Is time a social construction of reality? And what happens when we dream? What happens to time, then? What happens to our minds during that time we sleep? Anyway, stuff to think about on a rainy Saturday, with nothin' much to do.
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