索拉里斯星

The novel's ocean feels almost like a character itself, full of secrets and consciousness. I'm curious how Lem envisioned this otherworldly intelligence and its role in the story.

Their frustration and obsession highlight the limits of human knowledge, but it also made me wonder if we’re ever truly prepared for encounters with the truly alien. Has anyone else felt this tension?

The way the ocean manifests personal memories raises questions about how our past shapes us. I wonder if Lem intended this to reflect on our own human struggles with guilt and understanding ourselves.