Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Into the Multiverse again, parallel worlds, divergent destinies, similar parameters with variable fruition, expansive alignments, indistinguishable patterns. 

Perhaps the dreamworld links them together, a dreamworld maintained by the midi-chlorians from Star Wars, animate life in one verse linked with the others through dreaming, the end of one's life like a permanent dream, before being reborn in an alternative universe.

For the sake of storytelling, the general parallels oft imagined amongst different verses make narratological sense, inasmuch as consistent character and reliable themes ensure venerable harmonies persist amidst temporal mayhem.

But the odds of the verses realistically maintaining such a high degree of familiarity seem incredibly high in my opinion, with too many monumental shifts encouraging irreparable disparities, too many variables to holistically unite.

But perhaps that's what the midi-chlorians do, I'm certainly no expert, it's just an idea, but it seems like if one world is destroyed by war it would prevent the development of historical paradigms comparable to those found in many others. 

There are many variables to manage when playing baseball, for instance, batting, fielding, pitching, relief pitching, closing pitching, different unique positions, streaks, slumps, coasting, all broken down into over a 100 years worth of statistical analyses, honestly with all that information I don't know how anyone ever makes a decision.

Multiple decisions are made every day notwithstanding the multiplicity of error, competently aligned with foresight and serendipity to make it through game after game.

Does the multiverse take into consideration the complexities of such a game, and multiply them by at least a hundred trillion, while simultaneously ensuring interdimensional commonality, between who knows how many worlds?

Nevertheless, a cool idea, which I imagine has existed since long before it was first written down, fears of being accused of heresy having persisted for millennia, invasively transformed from epoch to epoch. 

The power to travel through the spectacular flux with lucid ease and reflexive understanding, would indeed encourage spirited manifestations throughout one's cogent waking life.

Cool to see Sam Raimi back at it and still applying an independent touch.

Haven't had a veggie dog in years.

While out and about hobnobbing around town.

Doctor Strange

Mind and body.

Interrelations.

Descartes aside, the only real indication that my body has a source code independent of my mind is apparent every time I arrive home and have to use the washroom. I can be out for a while successfully holding back with mind over matter but once my body detects an outlet in close proximity it vehemently takes control of my upcoming accelerated actions.

With sharp immediacy.

And irrepressible distinction.

Turning this peculiar relationship into something spellbinding, into something interdimensional, requires a unique set of skills begrudgingly acquired by one Doctor Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch), which is more than just a rushed formulaic addition to the Marvel armada, don't get me wrong, I love the formula, it's a fun film to watch but doesn't measure up to Captain America: Civil War (with another 45 minutes it may have [Strange's conversion and training passes by too quickly and the intriguing practical applications of the supernatural are pinned-down by the action {too much brawn, not enough brain}]), it's also a metaphorical guide to the spiritual benefits of rigorously studying a subject or subjects that inspire you, whether they be sporting, artistic, scientific, or rhetorical, game tapes, books, experiments or debates imaginatively generating alternative realities for the eager student/teacher/coach/professional from which they can create agile plays, literary allegories, locked-down lightning strikes, or stunning arguments, synthetically, analytically, fictionally, environmentally, as do the Ancient One's (Tilda Swinton) pupils in Doctor Strange, with intergalactic active primrose.

The film metaimaginatively converses with technology to reflect upon spirit and multidimensionally interpose.

Macrodiscourses of empire and conquest having been thoroughly exhausted and replaced by micropastures of cerebral cyberspatialities, real world style, it seems that these are strange times indeed, which Marvel has entertainingly narrativized ad stock.

With the old school tradition of universal conquest still worked in.

Making millions off an American Honey style blockbuster.

That would be, philosophically humungous.

21st century style.

Loved the library.

*No Big Bang Theory cameos?