The dolls are forever recreating and remaking eachother. Forever stuck in a workshop where they can only be together for a few heartbeats, so tangible that they can feel one another but only for the briefest of times. The life of the man, in this case, withers away into nothing from which he was made. The female must do what he did, so that they may share love that will be eternally fleeting. It's some form of torture, but I think this is what some people go through with unrequited love.
Or it could be some ****** up **** with some beautiful music.
The one before you is like your parent. Like her, he knew little to nothing about what was going on at first, but as it came together he was trying to teach her things even though there was no way for her to understand at the time because she wasn't complete.
Then she finally is complete just as the previous one disappears, unable to reiterate all that was said before all that there is time for is a simple goodbye.
I've been feeling this a lot lately. Why do we just continue this cycle in hopes that we can experience love? Just for a few minutes and then we die. And then the people that remember us die. And the people that remember them die. Rinse and repeat. And for what? Dying is useless, too, because we still exist. I just find it hard to see the point in all of this.
I don't want to get all theological up in here if people aren't comfortable with that, but I feel like believing in some greater power, or some greater purpose makes this all more confusing.
I just look at life at face value. It's fleeting, and yet there are so many of us and we're such a smart animal that we've been able to piece together civilization and help each other out. That's all it is to me, and I find purpose in that. The purpose for me is to just find something that interests me or something that I think can help further humanity's cause, and be with people I love. I know I likely won't play a pivotal role in humanity but none of us do, we just all add up and keep moving as a whole.
There is none. There really isn't, not without a deity. I know it sounds bad but I don't see how it is. Look around you and see what the pointlessness has brought. We're ******* amazing animals, able to make computers and **** . We've built things that let us fly, even into space. I don't blame people for believing in a god, but I personally can't, even if I wanted to. It took me like 2 years or so to fully grasp that there was no point with my current view on religion, but after that I figured out that the point of it all is just to live your life and enjoy it, and to further the human race, and I'm alright with that.
The point is that you have to find your own meaning to life if you don't have a religion. That's not to say you need religion at all. Far from it. I personally prefer how the universe looks without religion, because not only does it make more sense to me, it's more amazing that way that we just happened and that we weren't designed to do this. That's my view though.
Am I the only one wondering how can the artist handle such creepy things for all the time it takes to make the animation without having nightmares ? (awesome animation btw)