It's funny, because I've been thinking far too much about something he phrases perfectly in the movie.

"NOTHING is trivial."

"And yet everything happens only a certain number of times. ..and a very small number really."

"How many times will you watch the full moon rise? ..and yet it all seems limitless."

Sometimes i think that race defines me. My race against myself, against the shortness of life, and the potential of existance. Other times I think I'm at my best when I can forget about time, and just enjoy being. There's really nothing I can do to escape the limits life can place on me, but living somehow escapes me at times.

That's one of the reasons I love Starwood. It's one of the only times I let everything go, and just relax and let everything be.

There's a strict definition of living that escapes our reality (our = common conceptions). It's both relaxation, and action, movement and ceasation. It defines all things, and a linear sense can't contain it - a linear sense sees only movement or lack thereof, action, or inaction. But the reality of our life says that we must move now, always move. Or let things be. But neither one can do everything we should do. Neither one can provide all answers.

Can you move, and stand still? Can you relax while you act? Is knowledge defined by experience, or by comprehension? Can you feel that which hasn't been burned into you, or must you burn eternally?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

Sometimes I can.. when I'm at my best. But mostly, I just struggle.

Enough! or Too much.

• Brandon Lee, his final interview
• William Blake's Tyger Tyger
• William Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell