6-heads lewis
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Anyone seen the movie Dark City? I watched it the other day and it really impacted me. Ive grown increasingly disillusioned with life as of late, and it brought some fairly unpleasant truths to my attention. Id like to hear your opinions on it.
Shell Beach is a metaphor for Happiness, everyone has a vague and brief memory of it. They’ve all been there apparently and have fond memories of it, and all want to go back. Unfortunately, nobody remembers how they got there or the circumstances that could retrace those fond memories. In our world, ask the average person when the last time they were happy is, they won't give you a truly concrete answer, but rather some vague and brief memory in childhood, or an extremely rare moment like child-birth, surrounded by 30 years of slight sadness. They will tell you instead there happiness will come in 5 years as soon as they (get a degree, spouse, career, money, new house, etc.). The irony here is that they said the exact same thing 5 years ago!
Conclusion: IT NEVER COMES. We always attribute happiness to a near future, and it always disappoints. If you ever manage to do the things we imagine bring us happiness, we will undoubtedly be disappointed in them. Lots of people go out to clubs and have friends and girlfriends, yet they too are miserable. For people like me, the problem is that we are romantically and socially incompetent. For socially well-adjusted people, the problem is that they have are missing a family, career, God, SOMETHING.
It seems as soon as you fulfill one need, a new one pops up. EVERYBODY is sad about something, you only appreciate the things you don't have. The ugly person wants a spouse desperately, and thinks the attractive person is lucky. The attractive person however doesn’t understand his relative blessing, and instead envies the rich person. Neither is happy. Wherever you are, you’ll imagine somewhere else as being better.
I went off on a bit of a tangent there, the movies is actually about the reliability of our memories, and how our minds delude and defend against unpleasant truths. I took it a step further.
Perhaps the smartest thing to do is give up. Life and Nature are far more influential and powerful than we are, and certainly than I am. How could I possibly compete? Perhaps human beings just aren’t conditioned to be happy, and this vague sense of unfulfillment is what motivates us to continue producing, hoping our children figure out what we can't.
Im not an emotional guy, but that movie really got me down. I got drunk as a skunk after watching it. It's not even about us individually, it's about the human condition as a whole, and whether their is hope in future generations. Is it really fair to subject more human beings to this?
Thanks for reading.
Dan
"John Murdoch: I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory? You can't, can you? You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here."
Shell Beach is a metaphor for Happiness, everyone has a vague and brief memory of it. They’ve all been there apparently and have fond memories of it, and all want to go back. Unfortunately, nobody remembers how they got there or the circumstances that could retrace those fond memories. In our world, ask the average person when the last time they were happy is, they won't give you a truly concrete answer, but rather some vague and brief memory in childhood, or an extremely rare moment like child-birth, surrounded by 30 years of slight sadness. They will tell you instead there happiness will come in 5 years as soon as they (get a degree, spouse, career, money, new house, etc.). The irony here is that they said the exact same thing 5 years ago!
Conclusion: IT NEVER COMES. We always attribute happiness to a near future, and it always disappoints. If you ever manage to do the things we imagine bring us happiness, we will undoubtedly be disappointed in them. Lots of people go out to clubs and have friends and girlfriends, yet they too are miserable. For people like me, the problem is that we are romantically and socially incompetent. For socially well-adjusted people, the problem is that they have are missing a family, career, God, SOMETHING.
It seems as soon as you fulfill one need, a new one pops up. EVERYBODY is sad about something, you only appreciate the things you don't have. The ugly person wants a spouse desperately, and thinks the attractive person is lucky. The attractive person however doesn’t understand his relative blessing, and instead envies the rich person. Neither is happy. Wherever you are, you’ll imagine somewhere else as being better.
I went off on a bit of a tangent there, the movies is actually about the reliability of our memories, and how our minds delude and defend against unpleasant truths. I took it a step further.
Perhaps the smartest thing to do is give up. Life and Nature are far more influential and powerful than we are, and certainly than I am. How could I possibly compete? Perhaps human beings just aren’t conditioned to be happy, and this vague sense of unfulfillment is what motivates us to continue producing, hoping our children figure out what we can't.
Im not an emotional guy, but that movie really got me down. I got drunk as a skunk after watching it. It's not even about us individually, it's about the human condition as a whole, and whether their is hope in future generations. Is it really fair to subject more human beings to this?
Thanks for reading.
Dan
"John Murdoch: I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory? You can't, can you? You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here."
