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As savage journeys go, this one is no different than its prototype with the notable exception that it is not seeking to merely tap the semi-collective unconscious desires of the American Dream but also plays at the more exhaustive theory as it exists across the full spectrum of human boundaries and delimitors. We cannot rationlize and compartmentalize the concepts that span and encapsulate the sum total of humanity.

Certainly, Raul Duke would agree that his odyssey was no less potent though it be limited by and situated around a distinctly American phenomenon that emerged in the wake of the 60s and towards the end of the Vietnam war. Ulysses Everett McGill would be no different for traveling the rural backroads of the deep south. Neo (aka Thomas Anderson) was speeding down that same digital highway before he was detoured into the realm of gratuitous, yet eminently marketable, pastiche by two unnecessary sequels bent on spectacle and straining for but, nonetheless, short on substance -- a moot point in some circles, I must concede.

The list does not stop there, I'm sure. Odysseus, Tetsuo Shima, Randolph Jaffe are examples I can mention offhand. We are all tripping across time in search of the same unattainable answers. It may very well be the hanging questions that keep us moving forward as a species toward our ultimate ends (a la Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey). If you care to comment, please name some others.

This blog is on that road as well. It may detour at times down forbidden byways and re-emerge on the other side of all reason, not transcending the attainment of knowledge but, rather, missing the boat entirely. That is the adventure of it all; it is, afterall, the journey and not the destination that I live for.