Sunday, September 3, 2017

Making sense of "Like Tears in Rain" monologue in Blade Runner

Okay so everyone is like blade runner is an amazing movie, you’ve watched it and yeah it was decent enough for an 80s movie but what’s the big deal with that “Like tears in rain” speech at the end?

The point of this post is to try and make sense of this one sided gibberish jabber that takes place at the climax of the movie between its protagonist and antagonist.

Disclaimer: If you haven’t watched the movie or understood the premise and philosophical questions the movie is discussing don’t bother with this read. Some of it is not great dinner time conversation topics, so I will not touch them, not even with a ten-foot pole.

Let’s first watch this scene in question,



In short, leading up to this point in the movie, the androids that have stolen away to earth seeking to extend their 4-year lifespan, have learned that it’s not something that can be done. Rick Deckard who has pursued these criminals, comes face to face with their leader Roy Batty at the climax of the movie and finds himself in a bit of a tricky situation, dangling away from his end. To his surprise he finds Batty saving his life. Batty goes onto give a short final speech before meeting his end.

“I’ve seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost, in time, like tears in rain. Time to die”

To the untrained mind, the first three sentences of this speech may seem like nonsensical gibberish, with no plot value or merit. These three sentences are then followed by the key piece of information that allows one to decipher the gibber. This key piece of information being, the memories Batty recounts at his time of death are to him his most significant memories, as it would be for any one of us.

These most significant memories of Batty, who has lived a life of a fruit fly(supposedly having a lifespan of 4-6 weeks) are immature and insignificant. They’re not the type of memories you or I would like to recall when death comes knocking on our door. The memories of merry made with friends and loved ones, memories of passion, memories of good we have done for others.

Batty who has lived a mere 4 years, engrossed in trying to break the chains that bound him to his fate has not truly lived, he was not allowed to, he never had the time to. Yet, as the central premise of the movie is to present the viewer the moral question “is a dog’s life as significant as its master's”, which the movie allows the viewer to draw up their own conclusions to, the monologue works. It works as effectively as a sledgehammer in motion coming to a sudden violent stop, with the purpose of crushing a watermelon placed between it and solid ground.

Now watch this scene again, but this time with this new realization and see the utter bewilderment and inability of Deckard to process what he is experiencing(to digest what he has been struggling to accept throughout the story). See the sheer conviction with which Batty delivers his most sacred of memories and the validity he attaches to them, as in his mind they truly are valid and real as the rain falling down on both him and Deckard. Pay attention to the symbolism, feel the score and appreciate the color palette because they all work to deliver this central message.

Do android's dream of electric sheep? If they are, and you are to deny them of its validity what will you do?

I can't give you an answer to the question just like the movie never gave us one, but I will say that with some matters in life staying on the fence is not an option everyone can afford, we must get down to one side or the other.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Hevel

The traveler had finally come face to face with the man he had been looking for. The quest he had been on looking for this mysterious man had finally come to a sudden end, there he was few yards in front of him, plowing earth.

He was a tall, slim man with a long head of hair neatly tied up in a bun, it was beginning to gray. He wore a white shirt haphazardly tucked into a pair of blue denim jeans, on his feet were working stocks. From the stories the traveler had heard about this man, he should be at least 60 years old yet the man that stood in front of him radiated with a youthfulness which even his 38 year old self did not possess.

It was finally time to ask the question he had failed to answer himself, the question that haunted him throughout his adolescence until it became the all important quest of his life. A question he was sure this man could answer, With trepidation, he strung together the words that formed the question.

“They say you’re the wisest of all the seekers that have walked among us... They say your grasp of sciences is not short the best of academics back at home. Are you Malachai? Melachai from old sussex, son of Ruth and Dave?”

The traveler's words hung in the air for what seemed like an age.

“Melachai who wrote two brilliant papers on quantum uncertainty before dropping out of a doctorate at Cambridge?”

There was no answer, yet the traveler continued with his inquiry. This time the words came out in a steady flow.  
  
“They say you’ve lived up here for the last 25 years in contemplation, You must surely know the meaning of this existence? Is the glass half empty or half full? Is there a purpose or is everything we’ve known, felt, been and understood just a statistical anomaly, something that was bound to happen because the numbers are so unfathomably big?”

The traveler found this man's gaze resting on him now. He felt he was being gauged, dissected and analyzed. Seconds flew by, yet no answer came. The traveler thought he may not even get a response from this man he had searched for a better part of a year. He was going to go back empty handed just like every other time.

Then suddenly the man spoke,

“It can be whichever one you want it to be, you choose. Just don’t spend too much time making up your mind.”  

Hearing this, the traveler felt anger bubbling up in him, did I climb up this god forsaken mountain to hear that crap, he thought. He held back the anger and responded with the calmest voice he could muster.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“hmm.. I see you need a few more words to understand but I have nothing more to say than what I’ve already said. Follow me.”
           
The man got to his feet and started making his way up a rocky path that lead to a small hut few yards up the mountain. After a moment of reluctance the traveler pursued. As they moved up the mountain, the man started explaining,

“It can be whichever you want it to be, the glass I mean, but that is irrelevant because that’s not the question you want me to answer, the answer you want me to make you understand. You want to know what is the meaning of life? especially of the one that belongs to you. You want to understand the singular, objective reality”

“The answer to your question is as incomprehensible to us as feeling the curvature of the earth through the soles of our shoes. There is a meaning but it eludes us everytime we get close with our instruments and theories. The greatest of all the fools is he who waits on a singular all encompassing meaning when it’s unattainable in a 100 lifetimes. This, my friend, is the only truth you should know about what you seek.”

“It’s a truth that can be understood with multi-million dollar machinery, in the solitude of a clear mind or on a mindful walk down a coastline. A destination that can be reached in many ways.”

“Look at the greatest of your sciences, Newton came along and brought to our understanding some characteristics of gravity. With this new found knowledge we could accurately predict movements of our celestial relatives using his equation , but this new understanding brought with it new mysteries, we could now explain why the earth goes around the sun the way it does but we didn’t know how gravity could instantaneously work on the two celestial bodies separated by 150 million kilometers. It took another scientist to bring to our understanding that gravity was bending the fabric of our 3 dimensional reality, spacetime. What we were seeing as the effect of gravity was the movement of objects through this curved space in a straight line. With the resolution to Newton’s question, yet again more mysteries were served on a silver platter for the scientist to bend their heads around. Maybe one day someone would bring to our understanding why us; 3 dimensional beings cannot fathom a 4 dimensional reality and how it can be done if need be but even then there will still be new mysteries to be unraveled. So has it been, so it ever will be.”

“Let’s continue our exploration through an allegory, take two individuals let’s name them Smith and Jo, they are as identical as they can be in physique, socioeconomic standing and other aspects, all that separate them is the manner in which they make sense of their reality. Imagine both of them are being ridiculed by society in a subtle manner because of some characteristic they both possess, or lack. They are both made aware of this fact, Smith decides to cope with this sudden turn of events with denial and continues on as if nothing had happened. Jo, decides to understand why this is so and then rectify the situation, this decision takes Jo through a decade-long bitter journey of discovery, Jo finally comes to understand why, but finds the power to rectify the situation is beyond his abilities. Ironically, Jo finds that all he can do is to deny and continue on as if nothing had happened just as Smith did decades ago, the price he had paid for understanding was decades of his life he could have spent elsewhere.”

“This is the truth we must understand when we pursue answers to the unknown, sometimes it is within our capabilities to find the answers to our questions, sometimes the questions are much too great for mere mortals, we can only chisel out a piece of the answer, never the whole. Either way, the price of knowing is paid in time.”

“When we have so few meaningful divisions of time to give away, what we should be doing is finding where it can be best spent. Let the meaning of existence elude you, instead look for that someone who perfectly distracts you from this thirst, find her. Find work that best engage you, spend the time that’s given to you as wisely. Be grateful for all that you receive and never forget that however way you wish to look at it, life is a still a gift.”

The two men had made their way to the hut.

“Take a seat, my friend, I am the Melachai you seek. Let me make you a cup of tea”, said the man pointing to a rickety old wooden chair as he disappeared into the hut.  

The traveler wearily sat down on the chair and waited for Melachai’s return..  

Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Drift

With arms stretched wide open, we cross the threshold of shelter to the bitterness of the unknown. Hoping and wishing, we drift out. Holding onto our dreams we struggle and at times we stray. Maybe some find all that they ever dreamt of but most of us would settle for meaning instead.

Some find it in the embrace of another. Some find it in gold, failing to see the error in their way till it’s too late. For few the meaning comes much too late, having nothing to hold onto they get carried further into the abyss, having only the ghosts of their pasts to reconcile, they burn, they disintegrate.  



“The price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.” - Neil Gaiman