THE ANGEL leads the audience through a passageway that leads to the cloud. On the way, we hear this:

In this universe, as far as I know, there’s only a little bit of life. And when you look at the planet from the space station, and see that thin layer of atmosphere, and you look beyond it, the black cold immensity of space.

Yes, there’s a billion billion billion billion stars in the galaxy, but there is a big unknown, that we don’t really know, we can speculate.

I think it is true that there is life throughout the universe. In fact, I hold with a very old mode of thought that everything is alive. That what is truly real is living consciousness. And that our material world of measurable energy and matter and dimensions, is merely a reflection of that greater, truer reality.

The idea of collective consciousness that underlies everything, and our eternal being in it, and all that sort of thing.

And our current manifestation, where we can only be in one place at one time, that sort of thing: that limiting sort of thing is an illusion. So within that paradigm, death is a much less significant phenomena

I’m a platonic sort of thinker.

Scientists, physicists and others, philosophers, they’re very caught in the human centric sense of life. The explanations they offer are so fantastical.

I can’t credit them either. They don’t inspire any confidence in me. So I hold to my intuitive sense of what reality really is.