Unele idei din anime nu sunt noi: am vazut ca s-a facut referire la "Iona" si la
Dali...
insa nu le-am mai intalnit in combinatia asta in vreun anime...Si balena, daca luam "Iona" ca reper, e un simbol pt. lume, sau ce vreti voi sa ganditi...
Apoi cand ies din balena zboara intr-un tablou suprarealist, in care pe deoparte se
intrevad poate prin introspectie
destinele personajelor din trecut in prezent si cum urmeaza diferite cai, sau cum se vor deslusi in prezentul de dupa iesirea din balena...
Imi place, foarte fain ^^... Aaa daaa, si faza aia cu moartea si God e tare. In fine, toate se leaga... fac parte din acelasi anime :lol: [...] ~ (...pauza de gandire)
"Words, processed, become images; images, processed, become words. A neat, essential balance, whose fulcrum is the versatile eye." - Yann Martel
Also people may find themselves saying,
'laying'<^L^> ...on the couch,
starring with their balls which glow in the dark,
of course not really using this excerpt, but actually extracting some base idea of what it may portray...
nor thinking sad lines or just thinking
some lines as in rhymes aka(or as I find them) pathetic poetical shrines,
other literature garbage, even literature primes...
just thinking their own thoughts...
hmm...maybe borrowing someone else's;
presuming that some may find themselves thinking at all after viewing this anime (pardon my arrogance for asserting what other people may think, I'm just human dammit):
<<I dig deep but find the only original empathy
I can muster is a disinterested sigh, all-knowing,
universally sage, as I channel surf
from conflict to light entertainment>> (Channel Surf, (Against Complacency)
By Oladipo Agboluaje)
God talk, in this anime... mind game:
<< Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'. >> (Spike Milligan, from "Dreams of a Small Scorpion")