Looking much like a mountain of concrete, the monster fortress of Castillo San Felipe de Barajas (named after Spain's King Philip IV) is in remarkably good shape. It covers a 130-foot-high hill towering over the city.
Two new films comment on issues of youth, identity and a mythological Los Angeles, where hopes and dreams are sorted, destroyed, or sometimes ironically realized by those who are infamous, photogenic, and troubled.
As I began to grow up, I attempted to define myself -- this presence of "I" -- through endlessly collecting information. In this natural process of mental awareness inhabiting a body, I discovered a symphonic mandala of sometimes competing, sometimes complementing explanations.
At any point, in any situation, in any story in your life, you have the capacity and the choice to actually discover what is underneath the language of thought. What is unaffected, unmoved, unbound by the telling of any story?