guide me thou great stones

so i'm working on a short documentary, for those whose ears i haven't talked off about it.

it's on the Georgia Guidestones out in Elberton, Ga. Read the wikipedia article and then google them. I think they're fascinating.

So the question my documentary is hoping to answer:

are they

a) part of the occult
b) part of a secret society bent on one world government and world domination
c) a message for a people deathly afraid of nuclear war with russia
or
d) an elaborate publicity stunt pulled by various Elberton town officials to attract more people to the town

it has to be one of the three. no one would spend that amount of money to put these up in a small town in GA.

Sky the Lonely British Fortune Cookie Fortune Writer

All I know about Sky is what he told me. I can infer the rest.

He lived in a one room flat in London's upper West End-comfortably, though alone, and conjured fortunes for patrons of Chinese cuisine. This pleased him, for as his mood changed throughout the day so he would write-and the fortunes were either happy or sad. Or cautionary.

Beneath him, two floors to be exact, a girl named Emily worked in a bookshop. She worked 10 to 6, shelving, re-shelving, and checking out. And while she greeted customers with the usual smile and cheerful demeanor, she didn't look anybody in the eye. This proved confusing for Sky, as when she rang up his purchase, she didn't meet his gaze, but stared just to the side behind him. And turning around, Sky would see a shelf with a book of recipes for Caramel Pie, and would think to himself how much Emily must love Caramel Pie.

This would continue for the two days every week that Sky would enter the book store, looking for his magazines and trying to catch the gaze of the girl Emily who worked behind the counter. Despite her apparent preoccupation with Caramel Pie, Sky always looked forward to his visits and conversations without eye-contact-for he admired her greatly, and wondered if she felt the same about him.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof again

The other thing I love about this play is the whole "rich people living lives of quiet desperation" thing. These are stories that resonate with me a lot. Not because I'm rich. I'm far from rich. Movies like "The Weatherman," where the hero has all the monetary pleasures, yet still desperately needs something-whether that be love, meaning to life, or whatever. It's a statement made by writers, whether they mean to or not, that money doesn't fill the hole everyone's trying to fill. The hole is still there, and you still live a desperate life trying to fill it, you just have lots of stuff to go with your desperate life. Like an Xbox 360. Or a boat. Or a new guitar. Or a company.
You can laugh and not take these stories seriously and say things like, "Gah, what's wrong with him? What does he have to complain about? He has everything he could want!" But this is still assuming that money and comfort and more stuff can and will give you ultimate peace.

gah, this tin roof is so hot. i feel like a cat on it.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is such an amazing play. It may be the only play I've ever actually enjoyed reading as opposed to seeing. I've never seen it, and I think it'll probably be even more amazing to see -but my point is this: MOST PLAYS ARE NOT FUN TO READ. And when I say most, this is what I mean:

Most=All plays except for Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

The characters are amazingly nuanced and the dialogue is just heartbreaking. For those who don't know much about it-which was me before this semester when I had to read it-it's a story of a rich family in their southern plantation home. The two main characters are Brick and Maggie. He's an alcoholic who doesn't love his wife anymore. She's his wife and desperately wants a baby. This is at the heart of the dramatic tension in the play. Add onto that an entire family ridiculing Maggie for not having children and a domineering patriarch(the dad) who loves his alcoholic son, Brick, more than his other responsible lawyer son and you still only have a piece of the story.

I love so many things about this story. Mostly what gets me is that it exhibits parts of the gospel that we don't understand. We have the prodigal son story here in a way. Brick is an alcoholic, irresponsible has-been athlete who can't leave his glory days behind. The other son is a lawyer and works hard on the family plantation. But it's the alcoholic son the father dotes on. And not because of his alcoholism-it pains his father so much. It's unexplainable. We sympathize with the responsible son in the parable, the son who doesn't understand why his brother who ran away and squandered his inheritance gets a huge party thrown for him when the responsible brother served the father faithfully for so long. It's the whole "Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated" thing. What did Esau do to deserve disfavor with God? It boggles our little minds the people God chooses to lead and to accomplish great things through. Like adulterers, guys with speech impediments, and guys who cheat their brothers out of birthrights.