(Reno, NV) The day after fasting, everything I eat is delicious: a frozen blueberry, oatmeal, a grapefruit, rice, a banana. Each one is a miracle of sweetness, of texture, of satisfaction. I feel warm in my belly, contentment.



I saw most of Castaway
last night on TV, and though I’d seen parts of it before I was particularly moved this time. Maybe it’s because I was fasting, or maybe it’s because I’m reading Man’s Search for Meaning
, but I found Nolan’s loss profound in its completeness.

He loses a lot almost immediately, when his plane crashes, but most of that loss is superficial. Later, when he loses Wilson, it’s worse. But finally, to come home to find his wife – the love of his life, his reason to live – remarried is devastating. It’s only then that his loss is total.

Still, it is a hopeful film. Nolan finds a kind of serenity in his fate. My favorite part on this viewing was at the very end, after all the credits: just the sound of the surf, like breathing.

The end of Castaway
brings to mind another passage from Man’s Search for Meaning
:

The crowning experience of all, for the homecoming man, is the wonderful feeling that, after all he has suffered, there is nothing he need fear any more – except his God.