Jack Sparrow's Freedom:)
" But what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom."
-Capt. Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Carribean
Freedom would mean so much or so little - or simply so many things - to different people at the same time, and then differently to the same people at different times (you know, because of the varying perspective, context et al).
To a pirate, freedom is his ship and the oblivious expanse of the sea; to a writer it is seeing in an enchantingly painful moment that which was in his head appear on paper; to an architect perhaps seeing his love and intelligence built brick by brick by stone into being - hell I don't know for sure.
But it's ironic (as every bloody thing seems to be), it's ironic that we're prisoners of precisely that which sets us free. It is the sea which the pirate shall unendingly return to, the papers that contain the writer - the building so fondled into existence by the creator's mind will perhaps forever lay claim on that mind, in the form of passion or affection, say what you will.
What is freedom then? What, really??
And are we ever free? Are these manacles really mind-forged? And if not, what is it that's stronger than the mind even, that which binds us so?
(I can watch Pirates of the Carribean everyday, perhaps even thrice a day if I had absolutely nothing to do! Anyway watching it for the zillionth time this line caught me mind...you know how a moment refuses let go of your brain.)
posted by Kronoskraor at 1:22 AM
4 Comments:
interesting question of freedom.... freedom from and freedom to, r completely different things, captain sparrow will always be free in the sea coz thats where he belongs, roark will be with bricks and mortar coz dats what makes him complete, maybe, freedom is to lose yourself into the idea of self..... break the bounds of permitted aspirations and let the darkness take u... r as captain jack says in the end of the first part, "now, bring me that horizon!"
that's the point really..doesn't the feeling of 'belonging' entail curtailment of freedom in a sense?
and also,roark wasn't in my mind when i wrote that..deepadi was:)
deepadi=roark. :D
freedom...a word so precious, a thought so liberated....it exists in our mind and is reflected in the choices we make...once the choices are made, the poem written the building created, of course we feel a bond with our creations, our choices.....but freedom really is the ability to re-define choices. Jack Sparrow is free because he is not bound to one piece of the earth. Creators, writers and thinkers of the world are forever free because nothing can bind the mind. Just because something exists in one set of space-time co-ordinates does not curtail the limitless possibilities of other creations in different space-time co-ordinates.
JB
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