I haven't read Lyme's "Solaris", and I don't know much about Tarkovsky's "Flying to Space". The mental catastrophe caused by this metaphysical science fiction work is comparable to the Big Bang. Always staying away from the old tower, this Soviet director who is anti-audience will be keen to add the esoteric propositions of love, humanity, and death to his dull and lengthy shots. "Flying to Space" unfortunately and fortunately became his cathartic philosophy. The setting of thinking, so when we are hypnotized by those unknown plants, houses, soil close-ups, and almost stagnant old-school mirroring styles, the star of Solaris, belonging to another dimension of time and space, suddenly appears. It is mysterious, changeable, It is difficult to distinguish, and the most frightening thing is that it can create real and unreal matter, and this directly threatens the scientific iron law of human existence-since human beings are the scale of all things, why do they exist in outer space without the will of human beings? What about the paradoxical mystery that is to transfer but can make the will concrete?
The plot is not complicated. The psychologist Dr. Chris was sent to investigate on a liquid planet named Solaris. The scientists on the isolated space station had been out of contact with the headquarters for many years. However, supernatural phenomena occurred. The ocean of Solaris grabbed everyone's wishes and used neutrinos to replicate one of the most secret things—for Chris, it was his wife, Harry, who committed suicide ten years ago. This is a real existence, a existence that has flesh and blood, pain, and can think independently, but it is not tolerant of reason. Chris' first choice was human instinct: he tricked her into the rocket and shot her out. This is a kind of human fear, instinctive resistance to things that are contrary to cognition. Fortunately, this neutrino Harrie cannot be eliminated in this way-"they" come from your mind and must also be eliminated by purging your will. So she was resurrected, like the nightmare of reincarnation, until she asked Chris's companion to use an instrument to clear the will of her husband's mind. In the end she died in a cloud of light and air currents, and Solaris was still flowing, changing, and annihilating like a sea of light years that had never recovered.
To Tarkovsky, the mysterious Solaris Ocean is just a mirror, a mirror for self-examination. The rocket launch was just to stage a human instinct. When Chris and several other scientists faced the unknown fears, worries, superficiality and even viciousness, they were projected in the form of mirror images, Solaris' exploration of human nature still had to begin. . Harrie said, "Chris loves me, maybe I am not what he really loves, but he is just protecting himself, he wants me to live. This is not the end, why people love, it doesn’t matter. Love is for everyone It’s all different. It’s not Chris who is idle, but you! I hate you.... Don’t interrupt me, I’m a woman.” In my opinion, she is the real Halle, the human one. Li. The blood composition does not depend on whether a person is a human being. Intelligence and emotion are the measurement standards. Human beings embrace the conqueror superiority established by the ancient dogma and march into space, but are constrained by the crude ethics of "man is the measure of all things". Therefore, Get into a stupid human situation. People have been educated about the so-called natural world view from birth, believe in those rigid scientific dogmas, and explain everything with reasonable excuses that they think are the most reasonable and the only reasonable excuses they think of, while ignoring the unexplored possibilities of the world. This world has always been dominated by some powerful unknowable force, which makes the evolution of all things take care of human emotions at all times, and gives all existence intelligible explanations. Human beings are cowardly. When conventional self-cognition and reality conflict fiercely, pain is born. "The place of consciousness is the place where the pain is born", and everyone including Chris' attitude towards Halle is born from this. They don't love her, despise her, slander her, and feel ashamed of their love. They don't want to express their emotions in front of others, just because "she" is "it", a kind of delirium created by space matter, a kind of non-human unknown, and the unknown is fear. The change in Chris' attitude towards his wife was expected, and the reason was pain. Only when people are in pain will they focus on their true feelings and weigh certain things that cannot be expressed in words, such as conscience, morality, and love. In the end, Halle disappeared forever. Except for the two colorful shawls, Chris returned to the human homeland filled with water plants, rain and mud. How lucky he was to finally return to his hometown after suffering a spiritual death in another time and space, but still Solaris, flowing and expanding in the lens, indicates a thought-provoking ending: Is everything the end of the dream or the extension of the dream?
As the sage predicted, existence is perception. Human beings who are good teachers fear to perceive natural things just because they touch the unknowable realm, then our existence is illusory after all. Just like in the ocean of Solaris, when you look at yourself, there is a vast ocean. If you are trapped by yourself, you will become a ghost in your own maze. This is a tragedy with a fatalistic style, and the only way to escape is to endure. Endure irrational self-existence, endure nothingness, endure ignorance and fear. Just like the film’s reminder, “Why do we endure this torture? In my opinion, it’s because we went to our own emotional space. Our ancestors knew this very well, and they never asked why or for what. …Truth must retain the mystery of happiness, love, and death. Considering these is to find our own time of death. Ignorance of these things makes us more meaningful."
Solaris turned into the universe, all existing in consciousness The product of the death comes back to life, and we are still so fragile that we will be obliterated by the sound of nature and even our imagination. So we fear, confess, and pray for Solaris to create another chance for self-salvation, but next time we are still defeated by cowardice in nature. Like Borges said, I don’t know if we will return to the next cycle like a recurring decimal. But I know that there is a hidden Pythagorean reincarnation that leaves me somewhere in the world night after night.
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