Under the boughs unbound

I just got home from seeing the movie Pan's Labyrinth. And the movie indicated a few things to me: that this is going to be another solid filled with movies I will enjoy, that damn near no one in the audience was expecting Pan's Labyrinth to (gasp!) actually be in Spanish, and, finally, that no one likes magical realism these days. It's not acceptable to have a world where magical things happen and everything's alright. No one likes fairy tales. No one likes Kafka. Not that no one cares, for that's a different story, but that no one wants it because it's awkward to revert to these "childish" ideas, when, in reality, our childishness is also some our most insightful.

Magically real, or not; in Spanish or not, I highly recommend Pan's Labyrinth.

--

Now, it's been said to me that there's a fine line between worldliness and sovereignty. There's a thin line between sin and war. There's a fine line that is tottered between the drunk's new year's and the church's.

There's also the great brushstrokes of immersion into the world or into American Christianity. Think about it, there are just as many Christian books and Christian shirts as there are non. The Christian culture is just as capitalistically driven as the non. The only differences are the metaphysical ones--intoxication, celibacy, et al.--and so for one to totter that thin line between worldly and godly, couldn't it also be said that they are walking that great and narrow path towards that great and narrow gate? For in their metaphysics and in their beliefs and in their beign, they are sovereign, while in their habits they are sometimes worldly, and mostly sovereign.

There's no way around sin, I'm just saying that the one who can have the social agility to totter the two sides and have the spiritual wherewithall to survive both sides of the fence deserves much more merit than the caved and plain Christians. I wish I was that strong.