And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss… and peace.
“So the cosmonaut decides the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.”
Another Earth (2011)
“When early explorers first set out west across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought that if you sailed far enough west you would drop off a plane into nothing. These vessels sailing out to the unknown, they weren’t carrying noble men or aristocrats, artists, merchants… they were crewed by people living on the edge of life… the mad men, the orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things but perhaps not for this. Perhaps, I am the most likely.” - Rhoda Williams | Another Earth (2011)
Maybe they’re up there. Maybe not. Maybe.
In the grand history of the cosmos, more than thirteen thousand million years old, our Earth is replicated elsewhere. But maybe there is another way of seeing this world. If any small variation arises-they look this way, you look that way-suddenly maybe everything changes and now you begin to wonder, what else is different? Well, one might say that you have an exact mirror image that is suddenly shattered and there’s a new reality. And therein lies the opportunity and the mystery. What else? What new? What now?
“When early explorers first set out west across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought if you sailed far enough west, you would drop off a plane into nothing. These vessels sailing out into the unknown, they weren’t carrying noblemen or aristocrats, artists, merchants. They were crewed by people living on the edge of life. The madmen, orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts… like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things. But perhaps not for this. Perhaps I am the most likely.”
Another Earth, 2011.
I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASA’s Voyager. Beautiful; but nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive, breathing. I was hypnotized.
“When early explorers first set out west across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought that if you sailed far enough west you would drop off a plane into nothing. These vessels sailing out to the unknown, they weren’t carrying noble men or aristocrats, artists, merchants… they were crewed by people living on the edge of life… the mad men, the orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things but perhaps not for this. Perhaps, I am the most likely.” - Rhoda Williams | Another Earth (2011)
