Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ nor no man ever loved

William Shakespeare (1609)

Something happened. It is still going on. It binds me. It was true at night and it is true in the day, even more so now. Who was who? I was in her and she was aroud me. Who in the world can claim that he was ever together with another being. I am together. No mortal child was begor, only an immortal common image. I learnd astonishment that night. She came to take me home and I find home. It happened once. Once and therefore forewer. The image that we created will be with me when I die. It will have lived within it. The amazement about two of us, amazement about man and woman has turned me into the human being. I know now what no angel knows.

Andrej Tarkovski svoj naučno fantastični triler o putu trojice ljudi kroz postapokaliptičnu divljinu zvanu Zona do Sobe - prostorije u kojoj se ispunjavaju najskrivenije i najdublje želje, završava scenom u kojoj Stalkerova ćerka čita stihove Fjodora Ivanoviča Tjutčeva, spušta glavu na sto i psihokinetički pomera čaše. Jedna čaša pada, a napolju se čuje sve jači zvuk voza koji prolazi, od koga počinje da se trese cela prostorija. Uz zvuk voza, prigušena Betovenova Deveta Simfonija - Oda radosti, iz nejasnog izvora, ostavlja gledaoca u nedoumici da li je sama melodija, zapravo, stvarnost ili iluzija.

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"Ludilo je logika uneta u nemoguće." - Borislav Pekić (Atlantida)