Gaius Julius' Bread

Just a lot of flashing lights and monkeys

It is a big undertaking, to take on the viewing of something so emotional. Do not experience this artwork expecting to come out unchanged. There is not a second of relent. Every frame contains a new thought, one never before part of the world's collective consciousness. Precedent dictates that the film lasts but a quarter of an hour, but true visionaries, those who honestly understood the film, know that claim to be false. It is simultaneously shorter and longer, a moment and an eternity. The amount of thought that went into those '15' glorious minutes does what a four hour movie could never hope to achieve. Similarly and conversely, it ends in the blink of an eye, leaving only the credits and your own thoughts behind. The heart yearns for more, as with an intoxicant, but the brain can only think to press the 'loop' button. It is as if the fourth dimension has been suddenly, irreparably and gloriously broken. Alas, I cannot in good conscience recommend this to the weak-hearted general populace. The globe's plebeians could cope not with comprehending the universe. It is the ultimate threat to a functioning society, which makes it the final and ultimate tragedy. If it were to be distributed, birth, death, suicide and longing would all finally be gone – lost in the mists of what we once called time. There would be no need for society. No thought of history or governance. The ultimate knowledge, of such an extreme nature as to lovingly envelop, would be gained, and with it the end, terminal and eternal.