My back catalog of material that I haven’t shared or have only shared with a few of you increases my ability to posting something every week. This has been one of my most popular snippets in the past. Obviously, it was written before I met my wife. I hope you like it.
The Speakers in this dialogue are[Death] and =Benji=
[And now that you have come to die, what did you miss?]
=I never saw Nights of Cambria.=
[Were you a big Fellini fan?]
=I don’t know if you could call me a big fan, I saw most of his middle period…La Strada to Satyricon, but I never saw Nights of Cambria, never really knew what is was about, just saw some screen shots and snippets. There was a circus…I always loved Fellini’s circus.=
[What else?]
=I never saw Welles’s Macbeth. I saw The Trial, F for Fake, Ambersons…I saw Citizen Kane more times than I kissed a new girl. But I never caught Macbeth…strange because it was my favorite Shakespeare. Somehow I sort of felt like I’d already seen it. Powerful, tragic, propelled to greatness by the women in his life, yet destroyed by his own inability to filter what they say. This is my own narrative, I share it with Orson, and others I’m sure. There is enough there for many of us to posses it simultaneously.=
“In this prescient,
quarter-revolution,
I would spend
my heaven. ”
[If, for eternity, you were stuck in one moment, which would you choose?]
=I’d be in a coffee shop in Salt Lake City with the Co-Cz World Book in my hand, but I’d be through reading aloud the article on Jim Courier. I’d be reshelving the volume, when Becky Westbrook kissed me on the left cheek. I’m not sure if I’d actually want to see her, but if I could just remain suspended in the turning towards her, knowing no one but her could have kissed me so gently and so sweet, without warrant or precedence except an overwhelming desire to touch me with her lips. In this prescient, quarter-revolution, I would spend my heaven.=
[You love her, huh.]
=Sometimes I imagine myself in a conversation with her fiancé Seth, who I’ve never met, and I want to ask him if he believes in God. In my mind he doesn’t answer, but asks me “Do you?” and I tell him “I do. I believe there has to be a creator, some shaping force guiding the course of the Earth…because if you tell me that someone as special, unique, and aMAZEing as Becky Westbrook emerges from happenstance, I’ll call you a liar. Luck doesn’t produce that. Luck is just knowing her. Even if she doesn’t believe, or know what to believe, her existence makes me believe.”=
