(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.