In the movie “Code 46” a man falls in love with a free-spirited girl, the innocent criminal he has come to arrest. The one who teaches him to feel in the span of
a 10-hour day. He cannot help himself. This pixie is unlikely. But her Spirit overrides. When She sees him, She see’s what the others can’t [The Dream] and proceeds to verify.
But their post bio-engineered society won’t have it. As with so many things, enabling temporary cover in matters of state, by State,
There is inside; cool industrial, crowded neon. Belonging with Certainty.
Tastefulness. A time- tested and even fate. Sanitized Safety.
And there is outside; the multitudes struggling~ filth, poverty, constant cycles of uncertainty.
Fear. And it’s almost Inverse.
He chases beyond innocence and nonsense, until he finds sound & sane, but then
fatefully, looses her.
So off he goes, risks Reclassification to find her again, moves against the Order he is
paid and programmed to keep. But how he must pursue…
to feel alive – something unfelt in years,
Uphill and high speed against the genetically altered authors of morality,
Implanted sensors and satellites locate the subjects in violation of Code. Locations are mapped. A chase ensues.
He is the Bait by which they locate Her. [THIS afterall, a man’s purpose in the Creation of Order & the End of Mystery]
And so first they torture her, erase her memory of him- which, of course, tortures him wildly beyond any edge of pain that has ever suspended him in Time.
Who was it that said “it is better to have lived only 5 minutes of true love in a lifetime
Than to live a lifetime with less…” Writhing in the anguish of the Fear of Being Erased
from her great Heart’d Mind~ Ego trumps Empathy onstage.
And then they catch him. Erase his memory of this brightest lightest love
Her face, her voice, her tears, yearning in words, her soft porcelain skin.
Fast forgotten and fast forward.
When he returns from the hospital, his wife is pleased. Regardless of misadventures, he is safely returned. And with the Removal, gone is the Deviant’s essence. Slow motion return to a new marriage (Same woman). [postcripted shadow inserted here; the vision in satisfaction hues, portending the day a restlessness will override the Code; an instant of taste- reminiscent but unfathomable.] Precious. Pretty strangers pass on the street. A splitstage destiny; lonely in relationship and half-life hues.
We forgive him for the ignorance he must forebear. (He is handsome.)
Another character~ shadowed, blond, comes close- to demonstrate that a taste, though unidirectional and self-generated, [unshared] is somehow All one life needs. Presents another kind of predicament. Man in sole pursuit of self satisfaction= the Man in Denial, shares the experience of the lobotomized. Memory/Joy are both self-medicating or forcefully erased.
And when memory is drilled out, and the brain drained of its felt senses. Proteins (hunger stimulators) keep returning to the same Cells (joy synapses) only to find the hollowed-out spaces of Memories-in-Waiting (pangs) unfired. Just chemistry.
And bad wiring.
Is this love?
When/how Should they be replicated? Keep clones coming nonstop (the human condition bathes in desire) or let us deny the perfume of nihilism. Allow the full spectrum of pain [it’s full brilliance.]
Tibetan Buddhists would say, ‘you must have loved someone this way, Once;
The hand of slight [corrections] and U-turns. Get-even Karma, the hand that knows is the Eon that remembers in stone (and will always return for payment.) Essential evidence, and the actions you must Revive. Karma trades then for now. Rests the brain in the Presence of Payment Due, moment after moment. While here & now are soothing the heart, Present Perfect,
[makes me remember] splits the pain in two, half of yours is mine now- or worse, if it’s a well-traveled cold; builds to a dramatic end, then rends all
You can purify the rest. And all the parts
that say “Seemingly was never so.”
tara linda 2008 Copyright