Joseph Gordon-Levitt Meets Robert Frost

I'm riding through Connecticut (Connec and Ticut) admiring the scenery. The leaves are turning, the sky is a deep blue, and we've past several old buildings that were gorgeously architected. It is no longer summer in Connec ticut.

I watched 500 Days of Summer with the commentary for the first time during this ride. It causes serious reflection and realization even more with the commentary than without. There are very few movies that I feel have taught me something that is really true, but this one does every time.

That's the heart of what this movie's about, the subjectivity. That reality might seem a certain way at a certain time, but you think about it at a different time and the reality might not be as solid as you thought it was.

We live life with a subjective lens, and its tint isn't always rose. I wonder how often we see events for what they actually are, or how possible that actually is. There is always a vantage point, and that changes your view.

IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by moon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,
I look into the crater of the ant.