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           enrmp109 - _Algol_ - Deep Thoughts About Universe

Russian monologues had been taken from A. Tarkovsky movies (Solaris, Stalker)

Snout Words:

To science? It's a fraud!
No one will ever resolve this problem, neither genius, nor idiot!
We have no ambition|to conquer any cosmos.
We just want to extend Earth up to the Cosmos's borders.
We don't want any more worlds.
Only a mirror to see our own in.
We try so hard to make contact,|but we're doomed to failure.
We look ridiculous pursuing a goal we fear
and that we really don't need.
Man needs man!

Stalker Words:

And the sun became black
as sackcloth made of hair.
And the moon became like blood...
And the stars of the sky
fell to the earth,
as a fig tree casts
its unripe figs
when shaken by a great wind.
And the sky was split apart
like a scroll when it is rolled up.
And every mountain and island
were moved out of their places.
And the kings of the earth and
the great men
and the rich and the chiliarchs
and the strong and every free man,
hid themselves in the caves
and among the rocks of the mountains;
and they said to the mountains and
to the rocks, "Fall on us
and hide us from the presence of
Him who sits on the throne,
and from the wrath of the Lamb,
for the great day of His wrath
has come,
and who is able to stand?"
And that very day two...
two of them...
were going to a village
which was about 60 stadia from...
and they were conversing with each
other about all these things.
And while they were conversing
and discussing...
He Himself approached,
and began travelling with them.
But their eyes were prevented
from recognizing Him.
And He said to them:
"What are these words...
you are exchanging with one another,
and why are you sad?"
And one of them, named...

Are you awake?
You were speaking of the meaning...
of our... Life...
of the unselfishness of art...
Take music, for instance.
Less than anything else,
it is connected to reality,
or if connected at all, it's done
mechanically, not by way of ideas,
just by a sheer sound, devoid of...
any associations.
And yet, music, as if by some miracle,
gets through to our heart.
What is it that resonates in us in
response to noise brought to harmony,
making it the source
of the greatest delight
which stuns us and brings us
What's all this needed for?
And most important, who needs it?
You would say,
"No one. And for no reason."
I don't think so.
After all,
everything has some sense.
Sense and reason.