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I recently watched "Roman Holiday," an old black-and-white starring Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn. It's a great story, written by an accused communist who was later exonerated. Takes place in Italy. About a man and a woman who fall in love and all that, but they can't make it work for whatever reason. (That "whatever reason" is she's heir to the throne and can't shack up with a commoner ... a filthy journalist no less!) The movie is funny, as a lot of good movies were in the '50s, but there's no happy ending, really -- just the notion that both people will be OK and move along in their lives, maybe meet other people, maybe reproduce, maybe die an early death. There's no convenient epilogue to let you know how things turn out. But it's a great film, reminiscent of "Casablanca" in a way. The guy does not get the girl and goes on to live his own muddy and solitary existence, at least into the credits. It's a death of sorts.
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Happy Valentine's Day. This is art.
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Love is a multi-leveled thing. When I go on hikes, that's when I feel most connected with earth, surroundings. The Dalai Lama says he is never lonely because he feels this connection with all beings. Everything is connected.
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