Mirrors. Eyes that mirror each other, souls that search for each other and study each other through the eyes.

The silence of distant Space, which cancels out every noise, except that of thoughts.

And it happens then thoughts pile up, you think back to your wife and ask yourself why she doesn't call you anymore, right now when five hundred million kilometers away you miss her in this deafening silence. Do you remember that day when you were drowning and you felt that the sun would continue to shine even after your death and then you absolved yourself of the sins of your father who was about to save your life.

You look in the mirror and, after 189 days, you are about to carry out the most important space mission in history: to take a sample of the purple cloud that formed near Jupiter; the mirror shows you a tired, hollow, absent face that you almost don't recognize.

You try to hold the projected image of your wife in the palm of your hand, pregnant with a daughter who will be born with you far away and you feel that physical separation is nothing compared to what you feel in your hearts, yours and his. Because she doesn't want you anymore, she told you in a video that your eyes will never see but that your heart heard very well.

And then you feel alone, in the silence, in the darkness.<1 >

No one who can give you comfort in the darkest moment of your life.

Hanus appears (in your mind? Inside the spaceship?) at the zenith of your delirium and begins to dig into your abyss, to redeem you, to give you a catharsis and like a child asks a simple question:

“Where has love gone?”

And you realize that the whole game is in the answer, yours.

Apologize to Lenka, you manage to make her hear you and she feels that she still loves you despite everything you have made her suffer; you are linked and a galaxy cannot keep you apart, now you know it and all you want is to dive into his eyes and his mouth.

Dig Hanus, tireless like a spider weaving its web and, like insects , the monsters you had buried deep within re-emerge, defeated. Face them and digest them, this is what you need to do to overcome the crisis, only this.

At first you oppose your vivisection but then, docilely, you let all the pain you have hidden re-emerge, that you caused. Hanus discovers how much pain you have caused Lenka and, disgusted, abandons you.

And now you are alone, with the cloud that is starting to pass through you, the cloud that Hanus told you was 'the beginning'.

Then, the supreme act of love: sacrifice. Saving Hanus, protecting him, drifting through the cloud, the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end -coinciding-, feeling of being part of the Whole.

“Everything is permanent and nothing is ” (I think you adapted this from Gautama Siddhartha, old Hanus…).

Then the farewell, being ready to return to being dust and God giving yet another spin to the great Carousel and trying gratitude for what life has taught you…

Even try asking a girl you're in love with for a kiss.

All of this is Spaceman: redemption to find love again.< 1>

Who among us has never realized that we have taken a wrong direction in life when it seemed too late to change course? Only great suffering and an awareness of what our Soul really desired allowed us to correct ourselves and re-establish our priorities; courage then (cor-agere, the action of the heart) has allowed us to finally correct our lives

Sandler is a rumpled man, consumed by tiredness, fear, regrets and sins ( not of him); every wrinkle of his releases suffering, every spatial routine of him exhausts him more every moment

Then the most unlikely Being in the Universe listens to his silent suffering. And he saves him.

Hanus gets the Man out of the spacesuit and helps him get home.

Finally.