Philip Seymour Hoffman's Genius : The New Yorker

Philip Seymour Hoffman's Genius : The New Yorker

For some time, I've reflected on the issue of our being prisoners of our own minds. Today, my focus has become even more heightened as I consider the intensity of sensitivity that provides the basis of the talented individual who allows that sensitivity to fuel his art -- like the performances consistently given by Philip Seymour Hoffman -- and far too many others like him who have died premature deaths. It's been my belief for decades that some people are not cut out for the harsh realities of life. Perhaps this is the reason the graphic I have attached resonates so deeply within my heart.

 

 Once we become free of these prisons -- whether of our own making or the result of a society imposing standards wholly incompatible with our sensibilities/sensitivities -- that liberation from the emotional stranglehold that impedes our fully living is precious and invaluable beyond measure. [At least to my way of thinking.]
 
The loss of this creative titan is unbearable . . . and we can only take a modicum of solace in the awareness that part of his legacy has been left on celluloid for generations to come.
 
In whatever realm his energy form manifests, my only solace derives from my believing he is now free of the suffering that resulted in his premature death. sd

Stephanie Doty
Simply Amazing
February 2, 2014
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