➡️ There are situations in life that repair with some strange horror. Like this view of an empty beach, without people sunbathing and bathing, with the blue sea wind blowing in your eyes.
➡️ The season is over, and autumn is fast approaching.
➡️ September is the time of crops, harvest, and a symbolic summary of the ending year in mysticism. After October 31/November 1, nature will fall into a night of deep winter sleep, a state resembling death. Stasis.
It reminds us of our short life, full of hardships and toil. It makes us feel the inexorable flow of time, which, like a hole, absorbs successive and subsequent generations.
Although from the point of view of the program, which is displayed to us as the so-called life, time is still a fiction, because the whole history (i.e. the changeability of the relative position of the particles of matter over and over again) is already "recorded", like a film recording, from the beginning, through the center to the end on a DVD. When you take this CD out and hold it in your hand, you have a static record of its entire duration. Time for this movie's house stops and you gain an observer attitude.
➡️ In the ending speech of one of the movies I recently watched ...
... The alien took the main character and asked him an arch-Gnostic question:
- “What is human life really, your being here on Earth? Consider. Just look at this: it's a gradual getting used to the pain that life is inflicting on him. "
➡️ And autumn is simply to show us the fact of passing away and make us think: -What am I doing here, in this world?
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