If You Look At Romantic Comedies As

One Thing That Was Amazing About World War Ii Was That Everybody Signed Up For The Duration Plus Six Months. Fliers Got To Leave Combat After 25 Missions, Or 35 Missions, But Other Than That, You Were In It. You Were Part Of The Great Effort, Until, Oh Boy, Six Months After It Was Over.

The Truth Is That Everyone Pays Attention To Who's Number One At The Box Office. And None Of It Matters, Because The Only Thing That Really Exists Is The Connection The Audience Has With A Movie.

But Television, When I Was Doing It, Was All About Scoring. You Had To Make These Jokes Bang, Do Whatever You Could To Make The Material Really Pop. And If It Didn't, There Was Something Wrong With The Material, Or With You.

I Had To Keep Breathing. Even Though There Was No Reason To Hope... I Stayed Alive. I Kept Breathing. And One Day My Logic Was Proven All Wrong Because The Tide Came In, And Gave Me A Sail. And Now, Here I Am. Im Back... Because Now I Know What I Have To Do Now. I Have To Keep Breathing. Because Tomorrow The Sun Will Rise. Who Knows What The Tide Could Bring?

We're Part Of A Greater Humanity And We Can Actually Affect The World By The Choices We Make Once We Leave The Theater.