The Cave. Into these forgotten dreams Herzog carries the hunters and gatherers of the 21st century electronic data forests back to our roots of early civilization. The cave art feels fresh because, the filmmaker hints, the spirits that the artists imbued their images with have not yet been tragically exorcised by an irreverent future man.
There is an element of sacred, of a great temple of reverence for life, and for the grand mystery itself hidden deep below. And ironic how we trudge back into this first cave as if from a series of multiple reversals of the trajectory of civilization itself. Of late, we the new hunter and gatherers like me, trudge about the electronic world collecting images from a net forest to put on our cave walls, to share and to hopefully imbue with spirit.
But when these blog posts fade or become irretrievable, will there be any one hand that can upload them back into a nearly living form? Unlikely.
The sacredness of Herzog's primal cave is that it holds all of our dreams in a preserved meeting place, a collective of the sacred, that seemed to speak from a humbler man who didn't dare sketch more than one sacred feminine unified with the head of a bison in and amongst the animals. The cave so fascinating to Herzog marvels at the creation itself. Frozen in time. And a mystery of the spirit of man as one that imbues with great respect the life from which it drinks its own existence, the sourcce of life itself - food and the sacred feminine. (Annette Andrews)