CINEMA FORUM at the Dr. David Juan Ferriz Olivares House of Culture: MindWalk (1990)
Toronto, Canada- On June 16th, 2012, The Dr. David Juan Ferriz Olivares House of Culture hosted a cinema forum, touching upon the theme of Science and Mysticism, as a tribute to the initiatic degree of Honourable Sat Chellah.
In this movie, a politician, a poet and a physicist come together to delve into the crucial changes that human thought has had over the last few decades, in the settling of a medieval religious centre. Amongst other topics, they touch upon the importance of ethical behaviour of the scientific community towards the consequences of their actions in our civilization. The Poem of Pablo Neruda calls upon the final reflection on the need to reunite Science and Mysticism.
EnigmasYou've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for?I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, and I reply by describinghow the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on the crystal architectureof the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean spines?The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched outin the deep places like a thread in the water?
I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxesis endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petalhard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of lightand untied its knot, letting its musical threads fallfrom a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on aheadof human eyes, dead in those darknesses,of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudeson the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do, investigatingthe endless star,and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
Translated by Robert Bly Pablo Neruda
(taken from http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enigmas/)