Thanks for this piece, Chris. It makes me want to rewatch the film. (I'm more familiar with The Dark Crystal.) That said, I'm not quite sure what you're after here. As I see it, part of the trouble with our times is the relegation of the entire inner world (our heart lives) as childhood junk. I suppose your piece leaves me wanting to have that conversation: where is the line between immature fantasy and mature incorporation of our inner lives?
Thanks for your remarks and kind words, Asa. As you may know, I hold myself to a strict limit of 750 words in these pieces (3-minute reads), which is a form I enjoy - but often I open a can of worms and don't have time to eat them all! This is one of those times. 😁
I felt I left rather a lot hanging at the end here, and I think your question - the line between being mislead by immature fantasy and keeping ourselves open to our childish imagination - is the important one, but it's also devilishly difficult. In some respects, the conflict between existentialist identities and traditional practices has been all about this problem since at least Bertie Russell... and this intersects most firmly with some of your recent pieces at Analogy.
This tends to be another of those places where folks can see the problem in others and not themselves. I rather suspect there's no quick or easy answer to this problem.
Oh, and I do recommend watching Labyrinth again. It's a beautiful kids movie with a great deal for adults too. I like the Dark Crystal a great deal, but I feel this one is Henson's masterpiece.
Thanks for this piece, Chris. It makes me want to rewatch the film. (I'm more familiar with The Dark Crystal.) That said, I'm not quite sure what you're after here. As I see it, part of the trouble with our times is the relegation of the entire inner world (our heart lives) as childhood junk. I suppose your piece leaves me wanting to have that conversation: where is the line between immature fantasy and mature incorporation of our inner lives?
Thanks for your remarks and kind words, Asa. As you may know, I hold myself to a strict limit of 750 words in these pieces (3-minute reads), which is a form I enjoy - but often I open a can of worms and don't have time to eat them all! This is one of those times. 😁
I felt I left rather a lot hanging at the end here, and I think your question - the line between being mislead by immature fantasy and keeping ourselves open to our childish imagination - is the important one, but it's also devilishly difficult. In some respects, the conflict between existentialist identities and traditional practices has been all about this problem since at least Bertie Russell... and this intersects most firmly with some of your recent pieces at Analogy.
This tends to be another of those places where folks can see the problem in others and not themselves. I rather suspect there's no quick or easy answer to this problem.
Oh, and I do recommend watching Labyrinth again. It's a beautiful kids movie with a great deal for adults too. I like the Dark Crystal a great deal, but I feel this one is Henson's masterpiece.
With unlimited love,
Chris.