Hayao Miyazaki is a magician. He must not a human.
I remember watching Princess Mononoke and The Secret World of Arrietty was a dream. But watching The Wind Rises– I just realize there is another earth- that much creativity and details is like his clinch knot- hook you up, take your breath away and then hail you up to ninth cloud- lets you walk, run, sense the intense and then poof- you find and realize you do have souls rests somewhere unknown.
When I came back to this world- I’m experiencing what is like pavane- walking slowly and discovering each of his masterpieces.
I have been Spirited Away, stuck in Howl’s Moving Castle– met Ponyo and have have to write this note. I’m glad to know this magician, I am, truly I am.