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individuals into joining their way of life ; I mean, if they were meant to be there, and yet they got
there, why would they have to be tricked? |
-A point I will soon address, | Bonnie said.
-Otherwise, helping the kids to grow up safely is p robably a metaphor for the rescue
mission. That‘s all I‘ve got. |
-Thanks. I‘m on track, and we are on the same page. |
-But you‘re not going to confirm anything? |
-As I said—a point I will address. |
-In that case, would it make sense to bring you up to speed on some film terms and
production methods, so we don‘t get our wires crossed about those? At least I can contribute
something today. |
-You have contributed a great deal, but fire away, | she said easily.
My intrusive fatigue lifted as suddenly as it had arrived, and I told Bonnie about visual and
aural insinuation, as well as reviewing post-production techniques Tom had probably already
shared with her. Bonnie learned quickly, her insightful queries reflecting a solid grasp on how to
tweak expansive imaginings with inexpensive sounds, and creating nuance with camera motion.
Not surprisingly, she again asked me how I would portray ineffable insights on the screen.
Caught up in my relative expertise, I drew from personal experiences of sensing things, but my
attempts to explain what I would write were archetypical: having the character pause with a look
of concentration or concern.
Feeling this was inadequate, which is why they call it ineffable, I said, -I think everybody
has felt a sudden sense of one kind or another; I wouldn‘t sweat portraying them. They‘ll get it. |
-That may be, | she pondered aloud, -but I suspect that you sometimes knew what was
going to happen, and thought little of it because you‘re pretty bright. | Bonnie suddenly turned on
me, as much as to me, and for a fractured second her face appeared old, not just older.
The illusion faded as she said, -What do you think fate had in store if you hadn‘t paid
attention to your knots? | Under the imminent threat of tripping over her own feet, she steadied
herself with a hand on my arm, and what I had heard as a challenge became an inquiry.
-I wasn‘t where I would‘ve been, so there‘s no way to know what destiny had in store, | I
-I use the term fate to mean a better path offered but not taken, in which case a destiny may
not be realized: your fate would have been to die, if you had ignored the signs that led you to
safety—to being here today. |
-I‘m here because of making thousands of little decisions. | I shrugged.
-As it should be; destiny is a decision making process. |
-Fate isn‘t? |
-Fate is about making decisions that fly in the face of the evidence, or not making them until
your choices have evaporated, which you‘ve already defined as stupidity. You also said you
didn‘t have to come to Vancouver, correct? |
-I had options, and I don‘t know that coming here was the best thing to do, | I said,
confronting her implication of divine intervention in my life. -Where to? |
We had reached the intersection of Denman and Davie, and I was essentially asking her if
we were done for the day, part of me hoping we were because I was feeling strangely vulnerable :
Bonnie was staring at me like Einstein on the brink of understanding the nature of time, and there
we stood unblinkingly experiencing its passage.
-Take charge! | she suddenly exclaimed.