What, exactly, makes us who we are? Are we merely an amalgamation of biochemical components randomly thrown together, susceptible to the ravages of time? An arrangement of thought patterns organized around some unidentified driving force? A collection of memories bound together by some unseen unifying element? Or is it some combination of the foregoing? Those are some of the underlying questions raised for consideration in the delightful new comedy, “Robot & Frank.”
Political considerations aside, as conscious creation practitioners know, contradiction is one of three factors (along with fear and/or doubt) that prevents the materialization process from happening. It involves sending mixed signals to our divine collaborator, which is unable to carry out its part of the process due to the conflicting nature of its instructions. It’s like asking for the manifestation of something that’s simultaneously all red and all green, a physical impossibility in our reality given the belief structure upon which our existence is based.