Y otros planetas. Otros paisajes. Otras historias. Otros bellos atardeceres. La misma sensación de libertad. La sensación de que hay mucho por que vivir."
El Científico sobre el atardecer en su planeta natal.
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"— That feeling that the Earth... that the Earth. And not the land, the Earth. That it is something old, vast, primordial. Mother. And that it is just Life. A first cell that divided, countless beings that changed their environment and changed themselves. Numbers, yes, but also lives. Little immeasurable worlds in themselves. And finite, especially finite. Death, above all. To come back to something. To hear a forgotten secret. Darkness, silence. Something else. Something else. A mystery. The most basic one, and universal. The universe that becomes conscious. Ultimately, another reaction. But the semantics are complete. The mystery is both things, because in the end there is just one.
And other planets. Other landscapes. Other stories. Other beautiful sunsets. The same feeling of freedom. The feeling that there's much to live for."
The Scientist on the sunset in his home planet.