Avatar is mythic candy and glue for a dying race: us.

It must be seen, felt, shimmered and shared. Inside and out. Cameron has weaved classic mythological principles and universal values in a love story flow. As Jake the male lead and transformant seeps in his bleeding DNA bed: 'reality has become a dream, and dream reality.' Indeed, this is science fiction in 3D but to stop learning, clap and wonder off to the men's room at this point, is to keep sleepwatching in the same old Sunday AM prayer-football games - evening news mindlessness. Cameron is trying to save our world. We need to help him.

OK, I will not have you over to debate the sci fi vs. mythology thingee. Not necessary. Just be at your religious and artistic best and see what resonates in your heart from the experience of Avatar:

• There is a rainbowing genetic blurr in the Pandorans. They have characteristics of both dinosaurs and snakes; humans and trees. Their connective tissue unites and spark a union with both each other and the animals and plants.
  
  
  • This is a superior race, yes? A metamorphosis of Life. Danger and safety; good and devil?
    
    
    • A battle between profit and sacred, an old mythological story line but Cameron has charged it by placing his epic in the year 2009. The year the ice is melting and COP15 failed. The year-end dumpster dive by the US Congress over health care. The year we now must never repeat if we are to remain a species on Earth.
      
      
      • Pantheism is here. Recall Jake's prayer at the sacred tree. Avatar welds the ancient rites with the Brainstorm-like corporate science with ease. His reverence was rewarded in the end as the Spirit called the animals in to battle and bitter victory.
        
        
        • Cameron tells us that the Mother Tree is a hub and that the planet is a web. No time to tweet.
          
          
          • Parker, the mining monkey and classic fall guy at one point chastens the Pandorans for their primitiveness. A classic byte of irony on his way to the end of his soul. A journey lost in Pandora's Box.
          
          
          Many beings die in this film, but some are initiated and return to the tribe to fight and are Heroes. The white scientist woman. This is classic Campbell.
          
          Artistically, I love the hanging rocky islands, ala Roger Dean and the boiling and blasting sounds of Steve Tibbetts fame. Jurassic Park shuttles our memories into this space, a powerful National Geographic precursor for the surreal landscape and creatures in Avatar.
          
          The falling snow-jelly fish-like white translucent seeds from the sky are simply unforgettable. The glowing grass wrapping and capturing the dueling bodies in the soul transfer scenes at the scared tree.
          
          Wow, Mr. Cameron.
          
          Our fight lies just ahead.
          
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          I've seen you laying pined (get up, get up)
          Life is rough...rough (get up, get up, get up)
          I've seen you laying down (get up)
          With the loving kind (get up, get up)
          I know life is hard...hard (where goes your time?)
          Where to turn? Where to turn?
          
          Dreams they complicate my life (Dreams they complement my life)
          This time, no escape, I wake up. (get up, get up)
          
          "Get Up"
          Green \ REM