Interesting session today in my "Disability in Film" seminar. We discussed the complexities of disabilities; where political correctness and blatantly wrong labels meet in a spectrum of an overall losing battle. It seems that no matter what, words seem to fall short of ever satisfying a feeling, an emotion, even a description. It makes me somewhat disappointed, somehow I've now developed this defeatist attitude towards the power of words. How much power could it really hold? After all, it's always going to fall short, no matter what. Of course, I guess this is somewhat of a pessimistic perception because really perfection is neither attainable or desirable. Well, at least it shouldn't be desirable.
It's like the relationship between the potentially invincible perfection of genetics and the non-duplicable trait of what it means to be human. I think that perfection is neither attainable nor should it be ever desirable for the fact that life revolves around the power of genetics and the miracle of being "human". For example, the "heart"; we can mean heart as in the bleeding, beating organ or the more existential kind dealing with matters of courage and faith and the ability to love; to be human. Then again, the definition of either one by itself is nothing without the other. You can't live without an instrumental heart and you can't truly live without the other because then really what are you living for? Courage and the ability to be "attached" is what drives human existence after all... It's what inevitably what makes anyone want to live a life.
... Hmmm I think I'll nap on this thought for now.
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