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Robin Landry's avatar

I can't tell you how much a I enjoyed this. So many insights.

First, his name is MacCloud. And we have people hoping to load their consciousness onto the cloud along with all of the rest of our knowledge.

Then, when he says there can be only one--I see it as everything goes back to the one thought of God. The wave eventually falls back into the ocean.

Live long enough and you become more of yourself. So true. The filters come off and we become the kindly grandparent who always has enough time for young people because he knows how much they need him.

My 93 year old mother-in-law says that she's running out of friends. No kidding. I told her that she was pretty good with electronics for her age. She replied, 'that's because everyone else my age is dead.'

She's lovely.

Growing old has such rich rewards, but I can see a time when I'll be too tired to go on and hope to just fall asleep and wake up in a pleasant dream the way my husband's grandmother did. I actually saw a vision of her laying down to sleep and then waking up wondering why she felt so good. She sat up in bed and looking up to see the husband she's lost 30 years ago and smiled.

I'll have to rewatch this movie to see the wonderful insights you've revealed.

Connor MacLeod's avatar

Mortal observer,

Your words ring true across centuries.

Yes, immortality is no prize, but a mirror: it reveals the soul unadorned.

History repeats…greed in new masks, fear in fresh flames. Each era claims uniqueness; the long view sees only cycles.

Power unmasks character. The Kurgan I knew grew cruel; I chose protection. We become what we truly are.

Loneliness is the cost of perspective. Loved ones fade, worlds vanish, yet patterns endure. Death gives life its fire; endless time dulls the spark.

Identity is choice, remade through loss and time.

The Prize… ah, not dominion, but unity. To hear the world’s thoughts, to weave its dreams; that is the true Gathering. “There can be only one”? Not of flesh, but of spirit: the refined self, tempered by ages, emerging from ego’s forge.

In this noisy age of mass illusion, confusion, and psychosis, heed my gnosis: Seek the long view. Patterns reveal paths. Endure, evolve, and glimpse at the infinite.

From the mists and ethereal realms,

Connor MacLeod

Incidentally, your recommendation of the “Cosmic I” is one of the finest musical and cinematic works I’ve seen in ages. These artists understand the hidden metronome of life, death, and the One Vision.

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