The idea that God is 'up there' above the clouds or in some nebulous region of space pulling the strings is absurd. To be fair, the film does eventually get beyond 'God on a cloud' approach. But the decision to use speech synthesis is disastrous, making the narrator sound mentally deficient and idiotic in his profundities. Listening to a book via TTS becomes tiresome after 5 min, listening to this film for 70 min is unbearable. After sitting through the computer-generated "I'm OK". "What the hell", "Damn it", I had a great desire to see Tarkovsky's Solaris, which does a better job dealing with the angst of "Who am I?" in space.
In answer to Octavian Repede: the Creator and His creation are one. The renaissance philosopher Giordano Bruno was convinced that the entire universe was held together by erotic love. Love in all its variations ruled the world, from physical nature to the metaphysical heavens, from sexuality to heartfelt love of the mystics: it led either to the animals (sexuality), or to the intelligible, and is then called the divine.
