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Synopsis
Divine Tragedy transfigures our modern day world into that of gods, goddesses, heroes, and heroines. The films adapt the original messages to be receptively understood within our current cultural practices. The objective of Divine Tragedy is to pass on living mythology through to current and future generations. When we pass along stories that help us become better human beings, we integrate wisdom into our society. Divine Tragedy is the modern day bard.
Wendell takes one special little girl on a journey through his nation's heart while teaching her how to save the world.
Pygmalion's heart has been shattered by the vicious spirits of the cruel women that exist within his world. Time after time he pushes himself to trust again but without fail it always backfires. As a result, he retreats into a life of solitude and begins the process of the creation of his highest conception of a woman. At first the project appears childish, but as his ideal develops the more life manifests within her. The woman he piecemeals together from magazine clippings develops into the only reality that he could ever accept. As he picks up the shattered pieces of his heart off the ground, he reconstructs them to form into a mirror before him. As the puzzle begins to take form, his reflection begins to breathe…
Knowledge Elements
Reading Intent
| Purpose: | Academic text book |
|---|---|
| Reader's Existing Knowledge: | Beginner (introduction) |
| Target Audience Age/Stage of Life: | Everyone (no target age) |
Example Forms
| Author's Personal Anecdotes: | Some |
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| Citations: | Footnoted or linked in context |
| Examples and Case Studies: | Frequent use of many different examples or case studies |
| Exercises and Reader Questions: | No questions or exercises |
Writing Style
| Humor: | Lots of fun or laughs |
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| Narrative: | First person |
About the author
Wendell Charles NeSmith
Turn not to heaven, but beside you—to the breath you’ve always heard but never heard. Let your prayer be a gasp: “You. Here. You are the architecture, the law, the one in kitchen light wearing the universe like a wedding gown. I was blind, praying to a shadow while the sun held my hand.” Let your prayer become: “I see You. I marry this moment, this breath. I vow to this skin, this dirt, this ache—to Reality, my spouse, eternal. From now until death, which cannot part us, because in seeing, I am now eternal too.” Let your god be the lover in the next room, the wind, your own blood—the silence between heartbeats where all is enough. Fall in love with What Is. Let that love be the only prayer left. Amen. Awomen. Ase. And so it is—because it always was.
