Sunday, 14 March 2010

Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man, Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you - only you - that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos. It's like turning air into gold. A miracle. And so... I was wrong. - Mr Manhattan(watchmen, 2009)


Taryn Andre said...

i loved the watchmen. Not your typical superhero movie/comic.

tima_amosov said...

Great blog!

CMA said...

loving the inspiration
thanks for sharing as always
love the blog!