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" I took care to replace the Compendium in its correct pamphlet, and in doing so dislodged a slim pamphlet by Grastrom, one of the most eccentric authors in Solarist literature. I had read the pamphlet, which was dictated by the urge to understand what lies beyond the individual, man, and the human species. It was the abstract, acidulous work of an autodidact who had previously made a series of unusual contributions to various marginal and rarefied branches of quantum physics. In this fifteen-page booklet (his magnum opus!), Grastrom set out to demonstrate that the most abstract achievements of science, the most advanced theories and victories of mathematics represented nothing more than a stumbling, one or two-step progression from our rude, prehistoric, anthropomorphic understanding of the universe around us. He pointed out correspondences with the human body-the projections of our sense, the structure of our physical organization, and the physiological limitations of man-in the equations of the theory of relativity, the theorem of magnetic fields and the various unified field theories. Grastrom’s conclusion was that there neither was, nor could be any question of ‘contact’ between mankind and any nonhuman civilization. This broadside against humanity made no specific mention of the living ocean, but its constant presence and scornful, victorious silence could be felt between every line, at any rate such had been my own impression. It was Gibarian who drew it to my attention, and it must have been Giarian who had added it to the Station’s collection, on his own authority, since Grastrom’s pamphlet was regarded more as a curiosity than a true contribution to Solarist literature "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
65
" We pass through vast halls, each with a capacity of ten Kronecker units, and creep like so many ants clinging to the folds of breathing vaults and craning to watch the flight of soaring girders, opalescent in the glare of searchlights, and elastic domes which criss-cross and balance each other unerringly, the perfection of a moment, since everything here passes and fades. The essence of this architecture is movement synchronized towards a precise objective. We observe a fraction of the process, like hearing the vibration of a single string in an orchestra of supergiants. We know, but cannot grasp, that above and below, beyond the limits of perception or imagination, thousands and millions of simultaneous transformations are at work, interlinked like a musical score by mathematical counterpoint. It has been described as a symphony in geometry, but we lack the ears to hear it. "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
72
" We all know that we are material creatures, subject to the laws of physiology and physics, and not even the power of all our feelings combined can defeat those laws. All we can do is detest them. The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny. So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox... "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
75
" maybe he fought it off and forgot about it, and he wasn’t afraid, because he knew he’d never carry it out. Right, but now, imagine that suddenly, in broad daylight, among other people, he meets IT embodied, chained to him, indestructible. What then? What do you have then? "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
76
" —¿Quién lo ha hecho? ¿Quién nos ha hecho esto? ¿Fue Gibarian? ¿Giese? ¿Einstein? ¿Platón? Eran todos unos delincuentes, ¿sabes? Piensa que, en el interior de un cohete, el ser humano puede estallar como una burbuja, o solidificarse, o cocerse, o vaciarse de sangre tan rápido que no le dé tiempo ni a gritar; después, los huesecillos golpearán las paredes de chapa, mientras dan vueltas por las órbitas de Newton corregidas por Einstein; ¡son los sonajeros del progreso! Nosotros acudimos sin protestar, porque es un camino precioso; por fin hemos llegado y nos hemos realizado, aquí, en estas celdas, sobre estos platos, entre friegaplatos inmortales, rodeados de un ejército de fieles armarios y devotas tazas de WC. (...) "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
80
" Ma io, una casa, non ce l'avevo. La terra ? Pensavo alle sue grandi città affollate e rumorose dove mi sarei smarrito o addirittura perso, come se avessi fatto quello che volevo fare la seconda o la terza notte: gettarmi nell'oceano pesantemente ondeggiante nelle tenebre. Sarei annegato tra la gente. Sarei stato silenzioso e attento, e quindi un compagno apprezzato. Avrei avuto numerosi conoscenti, amici, donne, forse anche una sola donna. Per un certo tempo avrei dovuto fare uno sforzo per sorridere, salutare, alzarmi in piedi, eseguire le migliaia di piccoli gesti di cui si componeva la vita sulla Terra, finché non fossero divenuti automatici. Mi sarei trovato nuovi interessi e nuove occupazioni, ma senza dedicarmi anima e corpo: mai più avrei consacrato tutto me stesso a niente e a nessuno. "
― Stanisław Lem , Solaris
