Sans soleil and the Beauty Behind Cinema

The first image you see at birth is blinding: indistinct, confused.

The first image you can truly remember is perhaps your mother’s face, your father’s, or that of a close relative.

With time, you understand that this is only the first dimension of the world you know: the family nucleus.

You are still blind. It remains a flash, incapable of narrating what reality truly is.

Then the second dimension appears: the social.

Friends, first love, the laughter of childhood. Yet this, too, is not the real world—only another layer, another shared illusion.

The true dimensions are grasped through travel, through encounters with other cultures, with every possible face.

A face may seem unimportant—something you might forget the next day—yet on average your subconscious can store more than five thousand faces. All of them become part of you.

That is why you dream of people you do not know, why you live lives that are not your own.

One must travel, leave home, look beyond the compass to begin to understand what life is.

And even then, you will die without ever knowing it completely…

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