existential pleasure v. dialectical disdain

i watched Hearts of Darkness yesterday. it was a good documentary about a better movie, but this is beside the point.

the point is that the film left me questioning the balance between Self and society, wondering about the relationship between mokṣa and our collective karma:

what meaning does meaning have when it rests upon a foundation of reification? how is one to understand austerities born of privilege? who chooses the fulcrum when contemplation is set opposite ideology? where does one circle stop and the next begin?

maybe it's a better documentary after all..