The funny thing about man is, he can put himself down and say that he is an accident. A kind of colloidal chemical accident that occurred on this very unimportant rock rotating around a lesser star on the fringe of one of the minor galaxies. ‘This is where we are, and that the universe does not give a damn about us.’ And yet the odd thing is, this wretched little chemical thing can reflect an image of the whole cosmos in all it’s vastness inside his head, and can know he’s there. This thing, however small in dimensions, is vast in comprehension. And what scale are you going to attach the word ‘importance’ to? Mere size, or degree of comprehension? By degree of comprehension, man is huge.
“I like in general movies that are just pictures and music or something like that, and Baraka just really did it for me and it’s always stuck with me. […] Joaquin and I were always talking apes and animals and things like that for his character in that film and I showed him the first shot of Baraka, and the first shot’s a monkey in the snow and he’s falling asleep. It must take two minutes, just staring at this monkey just slowly falling asleep, and it is absolutely hypnotizing. One of the best things I’ve ever seen and I showed it to him one day and he loved it too and I said let’s try to do that.”
-Paul Thomas Anderson
Baraka (Ron Fricke, 1992) The Master (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)