Maybe it's just all the time I spend with The Nerd (it's definitely something to do with The Nerd, let's be real), but there's just something so fucking breathtaking and genuine to me about the Minus Win.
Just a whole team of absolute dorks, doing it for the craft and for the love of the lizard, showing up with their nerdy little shoes and their arms full of action figures, jumping and shrieking and laughing because we did it, we won.
Awards shows can feel so fake so often, but this one shining moment felt like a Wednesday night Fathom showing full of nerds in graphic t-shirts, or a Saturday afternoon on the couch with your best friend. Everyone was just cheering for Godzilla, because we love him, because we knew he could do it, because we were right.
I'm hugging my Kamata-kun plushie a little closer tonight, is all.
And it is no use to try to take a shortcut and want to start, already knowing that the voice says little, starting straightaway with being depersonal. For the journey exists, and the journey is not simply a manner of going. We ourselves are the journey. In the matter of living, one can never arrive beforehand. The via crucis is not a detour, it is the only way, one cannot arrive except along it and with it. Persistence is our effort, giving up is the reward. One only reaches it having experienced the power of building, and, despite the taste of power, preferring to give up. Giving up must be a choice. Giving up is the most sacred choice of a life. Giving up is the true human instant. And this alone, is the very glory of my condition. Giving up is a revelation.