Yes, this post is about Blade Runner, and this post is also a giant spoiler, so if you’re planning on watching it, don’t read this post yet.
This past weekend I watched Blade Runner again. I wanted to watch it alone and uninterrupted, to study the dialogue to make sure I didn’t miss anything the first time.
A few years ago was the first time I watched this movie. It was released in theatres when I was about a year old or so. What’s kinda funny is, I’ve listened to the song “Tears In The Rain” by Vangelis, hundreds of times before I sat down and watched the movie. I didn’t know where the quote at the beginning of the song was from. I figured it was just a standard sci-fi movie quote that was typically included in older electronic songs, not one of the most profound film quotes of all time.
Here is the scene.
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I’ve watch c-beams, glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to Die.”Roy Batty, Blade Runner
I instantly recognized the quote the moment the music started.
It’s not fair to be given such a short life, only to live in fear as a slave. All Roy wanted was to not die and he did everything he could to get the answers he needed, even if being the villain was necessary. It didn’t matter in the end; a longer life wasn’t possible. I felt sorry for him.
When I grasped the gravity of the quote, I filled with emotion. My feelings certainly echoed that of Roy: sadness, failure, being cheated, and a bit of anger, that there wasn’t more, and that life is coming to an end. I don’t think I’m alone in saying that this is probably how I’d feel if my life ends up being shorter than I expect it to be. There would be still so much to do and learn and see. It’s kind of mind-bending isn’t it? Contemplating one’s own existence.
It’s difficult to accept the things we can’t change or have no control over. We only get one life and we only get a short amount of time in it. How do we make meaning of it all? How do each of us matter at all in the grand scheme of the universe and everything? Maybe we shouldn’t try to understand it?
As time carries on, our existence will eventually fade into nothingness and no one will remember who we were.
The concept of time is so strange. It’s relentless and unforgiving and only moves in one direction.
What matters is who and where we are in the present.
All we can do is be good to the people in our lives, try to make some sort of lasting impression, and create memories together so those who live on can tell our stories.
What are the experiences that stand out in your own life? What do you want other people to remember about you? Does any of it really matter anyways?
Our own unbelievable experiences and memories die with us. We are so significant and yet so insignificant at the same time.