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Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock for BBC Focus magazine (x)

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every single one of their family pictures ever

orri’s feeling himself up

…so is jonsi

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HIS FACE IN THE LAST OOOOONE

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Operation 221B The Believe In Sherlock Holmes campaign continues this week. Posters, pamphlets, and signs marking support and trust in the late Consulting Detective have spread throughout the London area and beyond. But one place, until now, has been naked of such support. 221B Baker Street, the home of the late Sherlock Holmes and his friend John Watson, has been neglected by the supporters of Sherlock Holmes. Reasons why, no one can quite be sure. Perhaps it is to mark it as a memorial, or supporters are worried of drawing too much attention to the now famous door. While it is unknown if Dr. John Watson has returned to the flat, members of the “Holmesless Network” wanted him to know that they, and thousands of others, support and trust him.

——————————————————- Note: Yes, that is the real door used in Sherlock. No, 221B is not the real address, those are just mad photoshop skillz. We did not leave the posters up there, of course. The owner of Speedy’s thought it was brilliant, and he watched us. We put them up with blue-tack, so there is no damage, and we took them down after photographs (though some bystanders and fans snapped pictures in the interim haha).

#ibelieveinsherlock A moment of meta, here. As I write this, I’m struck by things. I’m writing this on my birthday. Taking stock. 

It’s been a difficult year. Bad things happened. 

I don’t believe in God, I don’t believe in Santa, I don’t believe in a fair judiciary process, the integrity of the press, or the political process anymore. 

But I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I believe in John Watson. I believe in every person who has ever found themselves moved by a work of art or fiction. 

I believe in all of you. 

I believe in those things because they are true. “Real,” and, “True,” are not equivalent concepts. “Fact,”and, “Truth,” are not equivalent concepts. 

Compare the mass media reporting of events to on-the-ground reports via twitter or facebook. 

One may report the facts, the other the truth. 

Or, neither may do those things. 

Sometimes, all we have to go on, is what feels true. 

I’m old enough now, to know that despite all of the societal attempts to teach me to distrust my own instincts, I’m usually right. 

I learned to respect my own capacity for analysis and logic, because Arthur Conan Doyle so respected Joseph Bell’s methods of inductive reasoning, that he created Sherlock Holmes as a tribute. 

I think Holmes may have been the first significant story I read, where intelligence mattered more than fisticuffs. 

What I love more is that in Holmes, and in the wide, raucous circle of Holmesian/Sherlockian fans, there is a sense of the quest. 

We believe in the methods, we believe in story, we believe in so many things that matter. 

We believe that even an adding machine can have a friend. 

We believe that even freaks can be loved. 

We believe that, “Whenever you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

I believe in the power of stories and storytellers. I believe that in surrendering ourselves to the story, we become part of it. 

We make the stories live. It’s a little bit of, “Clap if you believe in fairies,” but the ability to truly give oneself over to a story, to suspend disbelief, to dive into the pages of a book or watch the flickering images on a screen, is what makes those stories real and true in ways that have nothing to do with the creators and everything to do with what life is: the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves. 

You don’t have to believe in Sherlock Holmes. Just find something to believe in that is truer than the political rubric of the factual world. Find something to believe in that is part of something truer than human misery. Find something to believe in that is bigger than yourself. 

It’s remarkable what believing in those things will motivate you to do. 

Believing in story, believing in the communities story creates, believing in heroes and the importance of doing something so that good will triumph, evil will fall, and true love will conquer all… it makes us want to be heroes, doesn’t it? 

The amazing thing is that we can be. 

I’m forever tilting at windmills, even when I know it’s futile, because I still believe, in my heart of hearts, that I can change the world. 

I believe those things because I believed in Sherlock Holmes, and the magic of story, before I had a vocabulary to articulate those things. 

Go, believe in Sherlock Holmes, believe in John Watson, believe in Batman and Wonder Woman and Harry Potter and the Doctor, in Beowulf and Zeus and Jean Grey. 

Believe in story, because it transcends our frail reality and makes us so much more than the world tells us we are. 

Go on, now. 

Read that. Read it now.