RANTS FROM OBLIVION

Lost In Translation
Great little love story. Chemistry works despite age. The eventual, sad part is that physically its difficult to perform -- to meet the needs of the "young thang" - no not sexually, you perv! Children. Most "mature" men aren't into it; its hard enough to get them to even commit to the concept when they are blessed with the ignorance and vitality of youth. And after a point of course, women just cant. Notwithstanding the physiological shortcomings of age, Bill Murray's character and the PYT chose to maintain the high ground by not devolving into the lurid, lustful, lascivious behavior so many lesser souls slip so easily within. Attempting to resolve family dysfunction by mixing a can of condensed insensitivity with a cup of chilled callousness, together with a few tablespoons of crushed honesty and a pinch of righteous blame is a sure recipe for an enduringly bitter few years of recriminations and loneliness. And/or a tasty one night stand. Balance, balance, balance. What're you gonna chose???
Fortunately this story moves in the more uplifting direction and we're able to inspect the precious development of a romance in its earliest, kindest stages. Will they have sex??? Or can they stay true, in the midst of the emotionally charged friendship they're creating, to the principals of integrity so often disdained by society? How much longer can they deny the reality of the growing joy they feel for each other as the days go by? The beautiful connection they feel for each other is based on the sense of their spirits being timeless and ageless, meeting in an oasis where age is rendered invisible, and the inter"play" is as with children who don't know "should or shouldn't", "can or can't." But as the story unwinds, the time to go approaches and as responsibilities command responses, the ageless children choose to hide and protect their love which only eviscerates the pain and fear. But given one final chance to express the depth of their tender love for each other, they embrace on the street and kiss sweetly, passionately, sadly, happily, and honestly. Love is short but oh, so sweet.
Oh the pain of the impossible!
So near, you feel her warmth upon you, her face so close that you see the softness in her eyes, and then passionately, her lips are on yours in the most delicate and delicious moment for which you could wish - your heart beats wildly as the moment's cadence continues the mesmerizing tumult and you KNOW at last that these dominating, unrelenting, feelings, premonitions, possibilities, are indeed all true - and here, right here within your gentle embrace.
But the cold damp breeze brings back the painful reality - that this is both the best and worst of moments; joy and sadness commingled within truth and untruth - impossibility at the same moment as triumph. And love is sad, oh, so sad.