I saw “Interstellar” last night and loved how it went even further than my favorite film, Contact. This time, Matthew McConaughey got to fly in the machine instead of the abandoned daughter who grew up to be a scientist, but she was here, too! (This time, she looked like Rachel McAdams, which made me think of The Time Traveler’s Wife, another apt comparison.)
The cast was surprisingly star studded and the plot took unexpected turns. It was great to see another take on humanity reaching for the “final frontier.” And the film fits nicely with my musings on society. For example, some believe agriculture has killed humanity by making us slaves to a factory way of life. It doesn’t work for the creatures we are, nor our planet.
Interstellar didn’t explore how to change what doesn’t work here, taking as its starting point how we might survive if our planet becomes inhospitable.
As in “Contact,” the basic connection between mother and child is shown in a father-daughter bond, which brings to my mind the “Hindu hugging saint,” Amma (meaning “mother”), who said:
“The essence of motherhood is not restricted to women who have given birth; it is a principle inherent in both women and men. It is the attitude of the mind. It is love – and that love is the very breath of life.”
I take as my starting point the failures of society. While I see the good things, the price we pay in the lack of happiness, loving connection, and time to just be is too great.
“Interstellar” doesn’t just mean the stars by themselves, but what occurs among and between them.
My solution is to look to the bonobos (not the stars) for a blueprint on how to live in this world. No war, no murder, no child abuse, no parent-child incest, no tolerance for rape, with enough food for everyone shared freely, and a free-flowing sexuality. How to bring about such a grand scale societal change? The words of Margaret Mead offer a key:
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”