Life is a dream [...] (Midnight Mass Ending Conversation)
Ayer terminé de ver una inesperadamente profunda y filosófica serie publicada en Netflix: Misa de medianoche. Una serie superficial en apariencia, pero que esconde grandes monólogos existencialistas que me hicieron reflexionar en más de una ocasión. Uno de los mejores de tales monólogos, ocurre cuando una de las protagonistas, Erin; trata de explicar qué ocurre según ella cuando morimos. De hecho, sus palabras me recordaron mis últimas entradas de blog: la vida es sueño, el mundo es sueño...ilusión cognitiva. Os dejo a continuación la transcripción completa en inglés (para que no se pierda nada en la traducción) y un vídeo de YouTube con las imágenes de la escena en vivo. Disfruten y reflexionen: podrán encontrar en sus palabras algo de la cosmovisión de Schopenhauer, algo de panteísmo; incluso algo de Mainländer. Y algo más allá de todo eso, la idea respaldada por la ciencia moderna de que todo es Nada; de que nuestra percepción es una alucinación colectiva que esconde detrás la Realidad de la ausencia esencial. No existe el tiempo y todo se disuelve finalmente en pura ilusión y ficción de ser: un eterno soñar del mundo que se disuelve y olvida, como nosotros olvidamos lo que soñamos cada noche. No hay Realmente yo, ni tiempo, ni ser, ni mundo...sólo una eterna e incausada unidad insustancial: la inamovible Nada.
"Myself. My self. That's the problem. That's the whole problem with the whole thing. That word: self. That's not the word. That's not right, that isn't ... That isn't. How did I forget that? When did I forget that?
The body stops a cell at a time but the brain keeps firing those neurons, little lightning bolts like fireworks inside and I thought I'd despair, or feel afraid, but I don't feel any of that, none of it because I'm too busy. I'm too busy in this moment, remembering.
Of course. I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all and solid matter? It's just energy vibrating very slowly and there is no Me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I'm no longer breathing, and I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy, not memory, not self. My name, my personality, my choices all came after me. I was before them and I will be after and everything else is pictures picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain, and I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons and I am returning. Just by remembering, I'm returning home. It's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean of which it has always been a part. All things a part. All of us a part. You, me, my mother and my father, everyone who has ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy. All of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach and that's what we're talking about when we say God. The One. The Cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams.
But now, in this split second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember I comprehend everything at once: there is no time, there is no death, life is a dream. It's a wish made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything, I am all.
I am that I am."
