
Unless I Die
Unless a kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone. But, if it dies, it will bear much fruit. —Jesus A darkening sky greets the great eye blinking open its shutter to morn— o’erhead, coarse comes a rook’s cry, from here dreams appear bleak and forlorn Here, in my cramped, close cell I hear the neighbour dog howl in lament— the dirt and the dark I fear, they

Life, Dreams, and Everything
When I was eighteen years old I purchased the film Waking Life, by director Richard Linklater. Its premise, plot, and production epitomize our postmodern moment. Linklater develops a story about dreams within dreams, in which a character travels seamlessly through surreal worlds while witnessing a plethora of philosophical conversations about life and death. The tagline reads, “Are we sleepwalking through our waking state, or wake-walking through our dreams?” Utilizing stunning visual effects,1 a haunting score,