Book: Solaris

I repeated this game, and again, like a hundred years ago, kind of another wave rolled indifferently, as if sated with new impressions. I knew that the awakening of her "curiosity" would have to wait a few hours. I sat down again, but this spectacle are well known to me theoretically, something in me changed. The theory could not have managed to substitute real experiences.

He could take only a production recipe that does not consist of words. It is preserved in the memory record, that is, protein structure, as the head of the sperm or the egg. In the brain there are no words, feelings, memories man is the image written in the language of nucleic acids on molecular asynchronous crystals. Well, he took what was to us the best etched, mostly locked, most fully, most deeply imprinted, you know? But he never had to know what this means to us, what makes sense. Just as if we were able to create simmetria and threw it into the ocean, knowing the architecture, technology and construction materials, but not knowing what it is than she is...

Who did this? Who did this to us? Gibaryan? Gaze? - Einstein? Plato? You know, it was all killer. Think about it, the rocket man can burst like a bubble, or to freeze, or fry, or so quick to bleed that even the same shout, and then only the bones knocking on the metal, circling Newtonian orbits with Einstein's amendment, our rattles of progress! And we willingly... because it is a great road... we came... and in those cubbyholes on these plates, among the Immortals dishwashers, with a group of faithful wardrobes, devoted closets, we realized... look, Calvin. If I wasn't drunk, don't talk so, but in the end it needs someone to say. Who is to blame? Sitting here like a child in a slaughterhouse, and your hair is growing... Whose fault is it? Answer to myself...

I woke up with a paradoxical feeling that reality, true reality was the dream and what I see, opening my eyes it was only some dried the shade.

In essence it is a mirror which reflects the part of your brain. If she is beautiful, only because well it was your memory. You gave the recipe. Ring the process, don't forget.

Contact means the exchange of some information, concepts, results... But if you have nothing to share? If the elephant is not very large bacterium, the ocean can't be very big brain. Both sides can, of course, be some action. In one of them I'm looking at you and trying to tell you that you are dearer to me than those twelve years I have devoted to Solaris and I want to be with you. Maybe your appearance is supposed to be torture, maybe service, maybe microscopic study. Expression of friendship, a treacherous blow, perhaps a mockery? Maybe all together, or - what seems to me the most plausible - something quite different. But in the end aren't we to take the intentions of our parents, as they would each other any different? You can tell that these intentions our future depends, and with this I agree. Can not anticipate what is to come. As well as you. Can't even promise you that I'll always love. After what happened, I have nothing surprised. Maybe tomorrow you will become a green jellyfish? It does not depend on us. But that depends on us, be together. Isn't that enough?

Each equation can be expressed in the language of higher geometry and to construct an equivalent geometrical body.

We go into space prepared for anything, that is, to loneliness, struggle, suffering and death. Out of modesty we don't say it out loud, but think to myself that we're awesome. But in reality, it really is not all our availability is insufficient. We do not want to conquer the cosmos, just want to extend the Earth to its borders. Some of the planet's desert, like the Sahara, others are covered with ice, as a pole, or frying, as the Brazilian jungle. We are humane, noble, we don't want to conquer other races, I just want to pass on to them our values and in return to accept their inheritance. We consider ourselves the knights of the Holy Contact. This is the second lie. Not looking for anyone, except people. We don't need other worlds. We need a mirror. We don't know what to do with other worlds. This one's enough, and it is something we already depressing. We want to find our own idealized image, it must be worlds with a civilization more advanced than ours. In other hope to find the picture of our primitive past, at the same time on the other side is something we cannot accept, from what is protected. But we brought from Earth not only distillate virtue, a heroic monument Man! Came here are what they are in reality, and when the other party shows us this reality - I can't come to terms with it.

Life ends but not love.
Finis vitae sed non amoris (lat.).

Think about... the fetishist, who lives, say, in a dirty flap; that the risk of skin, produces entreaties and threats that your precious seal of the flap... It must be funny, huh? Which at the same time ashamed of his lust, and goes to his mind, and is willing to give their life for him, having risen, perhaps, to the feelings of Romeo towards Juliet. It happens. It is known fact that there are such things... situations... such that no one dares to implement them outside of his imagination... in a single moment of stunning, decay, madness, call it what you want. Then the word becomes deed. That's all.

Just don't give up, not to play these crazy marked cards, which slips under my hand situation!

... we just walk around the library, filled with books in a strange language, and staring at the colored backs... That's all!

There, in the brain, because there are no words, feelings. Memory man - the image recorded by the language of nucleic acids on macromolecular aperiodic crystals.

... science is only concerned with how something happens, not why it happens.