Post by Tosh on Nov 18, 2007 17:28:41 GMT -5
From Mike Leigh's "Naked" (utterly stunning film)
Do you think that the amoeba ever dreamed
that it would evolve into the frog?
Of course it didn't.
And when that first frog shimmied out of
the water and employed its vocal chords...
in order to attract a mate
or to retard a predator...
do you think that that frog ever imagined
that that incipient croak...
would evolve into all the languages of the world,
into all the literature of the world?
Of course it fucking didn't.
And just as that froggy could never
possibly have conceived of Shakespeare...
so we can never possibly
imagine our destiny.
I know what my destiny is.
Yeah, but what you're experiencing,
as far as I can gather...
with all these manifestations
of, uh, regression and precognition...
and transmigratory
astral fucking chatterings...
is just the equivalent
of that first primeval grunt...
because evolution isn't over.
Man isn't the be-all
and fucking end-all.
That's the trouble with everybody.
You're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
You've had the living body explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
You've had the universe explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
So now you just want cheap thrills
and plenty of' em...
and it don't matter how tawdry
or vacuous they are as long as it's new...
as long as it flashes and fucking bleeps in 40 different colours.
What's the butterfly effect?
Every time a butterfly
flaps its wings in Tokyo...
this old granny in Salford
gets a bilious attack.
What happens if a butterfly
flaps its wings in Salford?
- That's not the point.
- Oh, is it not?
Have you ever thought, right......you might already have had the happiest moment in your whole fucking life...
and all you've got to look forward to
is sickness and purgatory?
Oh, shit.
Well, I just live from day to day myself.
I tend to skip a day
now and again. You know what I mean?
So you think you can make the present palatable
by projecting into the future?
You're living in the past, pal.
It's the future that fucks you up,
It's the maggot in the apple.
See, you're all pissed off
with the present and there's nothing wrong
with the present.
The present's fine. The present's perfect.
The present's peachy fucking creamy.
The only thing wrong with the present
is the bastard doesn't exist...
because the present is the future,
and the future is the past...
and it's all the same
fucking bag of bones anyway.
It's a constant process
of coming into being and passing away...
coming into being
and passing away.
- The future is now.
- But the present does exist. We're in it now.
You were just then,
when you said it, but you're not in it now,
you're not in it now, you're not in it now.
You're forever being kicked up the ass
by the future. You with me?
That's what I mean.
See, I'm in the present,
but I'm not in the present.
I'm in the future.
Exactly.
Has nobody not told you, that you've got
this kind of gleeful preoccupation with the future?
I wouldn't even mind,
but you don't even have a fucking future.
I don't have a future.
Nobody has a future.
The party's over. Take a look around you, man.
It's all breaking up.
Do you think that the amoeba ever dreamed
that it would evolve into the frog?
Of course it didn't.
And when that first frog shimmied out of
the water and employed its vocal chords...
in order to attract a mate
or to retard a predator...
do you think that that frog ever imagined
that that incipient croak...
would evolve into all the languages of the world,
into all the literature of the world?
Of course it fucking didn't.
And just as that froggy could never
possibly have conceived of Shakespeare...
so we can never possibly
imagine our destiny.
I know what my destiny is.
Yeah, but what you're experiencing,
as far as I can gather...
with all these manifestations
of, uh, regression and precognition...
and transmigratory
astral fucking chatterings...
is just the equivalent
of that first primeval grunt...
because evolution isn't over.
Man isn't the be-all
and fucking end-all.
That's the trouble with everybody.
You're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
You've had the living body explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
You've had the universe explained to you,
and you're bored with it.
So now you just want cheap thrills
and plenty of' em...
and it don't matter how tawdry
or vacuous they are as long as it's new...
as long as it flashes and fucking bleeps in 40 different colours.
What's the butterfly effect?
Every time a butterfly
flaps its wings in Tokyo...
this old granny in Salford
gets a bilious attack.
What happens if a butterfly
flaps its wings in Salford?
- That's not the point.
- Oh, is it not?
Have you ever thought, right......you might already have had the happiest moment in your whole fucking life...
and all you've got to look forward to
is sickness and purgatory?
Oh, shit.
Well, I just live from day to day myself.
I tend to skip a day
now and again. You know what I mean?
So you think you can make the present palatable
by projecting into the future?
You're living in the past, pal.
It's the future that fucks you up,
It's the maggot in the apple.
See, you're all pissed off
with the present and there's nothing wrong
with the present.
The present's fine. The present's perfect.
The present's peachy fucking creamy.
The only thing wrong with the present
is the bastard doesn't exist...
because the present is the future,
and the future is the past...
and it's all the same
fucking bag of bones anyway.
It's a constant process
of coming into being and passing away...
coming into being
and passing away.
- The future is now.
- But the present does exist. We're in it now.
You were just then,
when you said it, but you're not in it now,
you're not in it now, you're not in it now.
You're forever being kicked up the ass
by the future. You with me?
That's what I mean.
See, I'm in the present,
but I'm not in the present.
I'm in the future.
Exactly.
Has nobody not told you, that you've got
this kind of gleeful preoccupation with the future?
I wouldn't even mind,
but you don't even have a fucking future.
I don't have a future.
Nobody has a future.
The party's over. Take a look around you, man.
It's all breaking up.