He is mine. I am His. It doesn't matter what I did. He only sees me for who I am.
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He is mine. I am His. It doesn't matter what I did. He only sees me for who I am.
Sorry, I guess I'm probably bothering you with all the playing dumb and the silly questions. Thanks for humoring me so far? It's good of you.
dont mind it
everyones rather rough around the edges when it comes to their first introductions to the complexities of paradox space
i imagine youll grow accustomed to it after a time
(Well I'm not very imaginative, but. I'll try to wrap my head around it, even though I don't quite get why she would be so incredibly specific as to spiritually entwine herself with an ash tree and not just trees in general.) I don't know why I'm doing this in parentheticals anymore, either. But a tree and a vessel, if it isn't rude to call you that, that's starting to sound kind of familiar.
Consider it this way, Navidson. It's a difficult concept to wrap your mind around at first, and remains yet a challenge. But within theories of paradox space (and with them the conceptual frameworks of multiversal timelines) there's something known as circumstantial simultaneity.
It's no secret that your house's address is on Ash Tree Lane. Don't think it coincidental that it relates to the greater, overarching schema relating to the machinations of those with far greater power than the two of us. Residents of a place beyond our wildest far-flung ideas of extraterrestriality.
Yggdrasil doesn't deal in coincidence; that's all there really is to say on the matter.
It's tiring sometimes, yes. But that's mostly because no one really believes it's real, so I end up having a lot of conversations about the latent sexuality and incestuous undertones of the character of Tom, which. Isn't exactly pleasant. (But, does she inhabit the tree then? Or am I still being too literal?)
thats what happens when it inhabits the role of metafiction in most incarnations of the universe that were accustomed to
im by no means a master over times progression but i know enough to be able to tell you that i dont doubt that the veracity of your recounted experiences within the timeline you call home
(too literal. to consider her anything beyond spiritually entwined to the ash tree constitutes a dearth of imagination id admonish so rather to consider the tree a manner of figurative avatar would likely be the best interpretation)
People have a thing for arthouse film, I guess. But I'm more interested in the last half of that than I am in my house, since, I know the house pretty well. Can I ask what she is? Not actually a tree, right?
i suppose it bears mentioning at least that if it brings you any consolation you are not alone when it comes to the vagaries of the house since my own has seen such terrors made manifest as well
i can imagine though that discussing that can become tiring
well tree is a somewhat crude understanding of her
thats how the norse pantheon understood her at the very least but thats just a way of creating a kind of framework in which an immortal creature such as her could be understood
It probably says something that I couldn't think of anything to say in response to any of that. Although I wonder sometimes why I can't have fans of my photography instead of fans of my film. But, what does 'serving her' entail?
well ill be likewise contrite i feel as though ive read enough of your film to be able to form at least some opinions on it and while ive of course heard mention of the photography most of all the most notable one well
people really seem to be taken with your house it seems
serving her? nothing out of the ordinary of coursefetching her teapreparing her linensallowing her transient control of me as a vessel for her needs so she may annihilate all those in opposition to her
I've been trying to think of something clever to say, but I guess there's really no point, so. I'll just ask. Twig of the world tree?
ive found that when one is in a certain state of mind its almost as if one is hemmed in by the claustrophobia of a room too small to fit anyone
hello mr navidson consider me a fan of your filmmaking even if ive never had the opportunity to view any of it
as for my ties to yggdrasil wellthey are what they arei serve her and id like to think its to our mutual benefit though i wont deny i sometimes question that
8) yes
not sure if approval of theme or approval of life choices