Ever been to an Epic Movie like Gone with the Wind, Once Upon a Time in America, Lawrence of Arabia, or The Last Emperor? I have been to a couple of ‘epic’ movies for which the word meant, simply, ‘long.’ I’m a bit wary about the word ‘epic’. And when I checked the subject online, I discovered nearly all epic movies listed were war movies. By far. We have lots and lots of examples of epic battles, from Troy to Rourke’s Rift to Trafalgar to Midway to Dien Bien Phu. Lots of epic battle movies, but no epic peace movies. Hmmm. Does length and body count generate film epicity?
Many of us associate the word epic with empires – Babylon, Egypt, Persia, Greece, Rome, Great Britain all come to mind. To my mind, anyhow. So where’s the cut-off between what qualifies anything to be epic or not? Does epic mean used to be? These examples are known these days by ruins or nostalgia, i.e. “The sun never sets on the British Empire”. Well, it does now.
Here’s an epic – by the numbers – that’s much closer in time (right now) and space (us). It’s about our cells, yours and mine. 30 trillion of these tiny darlings in each of our bodies, give or take a handful of a couple billion. About one million of these pass on to that great Petri dish in the sky, aka die, each and every second. The good news is they are, by and large, replaced at an equally epic rate.
Consider embracing your own epic. How about a personal life-a-log? A neighborhood Lord of the Rings. Our own list. Consider birth, childhood, learning language, pain, joy, dogs, cats, schools, family, disappointment, loss, surprise, love, fear, worry, confidence, poison ivy, sitting in the sand, sleeping, swimming, sports, mistakes, triumphs, chewing, sledding, swimming, flirting, walking. Breathing. Heart beats. Waking up.
Our epic piece of the universe we call me.
Embrace your own epicity.