The Story (part 2)
One more time I felt I cannot live without her and I realized how much I love her. And one more time Solaris sent her back spinning off Jungian mandalas of my memory. I was thinking of why we cannot live together happily ever after. Since I was yarning to the original Harey, I felt the visitor I got is only a carbon copy. Howbeit she was HER, her soul. And why then I wasn’t comfortable with her mould, repeated obsessively and each time improved? We all are searching for an ideal image of our own self: we go in quest of other world, of other person developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past. At the same time, there is something inside us which we don't like to face up to, from which we try to protect ourselves, but which nevertheless remains, since we don't come in a state of primal innocence. We are born here as we are in reality, and when the page is turned and that reality is revealed to us--that part of our reality which we would prefer to pass over in silence--then we don't like it any more. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds, with others. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.
So am I ready to face my thoughts, emotions, memories, aversions, aggressions, regrets and desires, ready to be manifested and become me as my inside becomes the outside? In a thought responsive reality such as Solaris there are no limitations. After physical death unconsciously we will seek a reality, a place that resonates with the content and state of our mind. Imagine a consensus reality where like attracts like, a place where the mental and emotional conditioning of your mind is repeating itself, like on Solaris.
One day I realized that a red thin thread without beginning and end, knots and bends spreads itself unbreakable throughout the span of our story, throughout countless interconnected lives. It is what links together our apparently different moulds in time and space into eternity. It is the love.
Another day I woke up alone: she disappeared. I left behind both fearing and hoping for her return. I went down to the shore and I’m standing now with Solaris waves breaking near my feet. But still I’m not able to touch the waves. Looking to horizons and keeping in my hands a red flower I try to understand if REALLY anything than love happened.
"Life ends but not love."
“And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.”
