are we all feel the same way, or is it just me? Innate, self-destruction desire. The dark side of life is magnified so clearly in modern society.
Thinking about life has never stopped since ancient times. The same is true for the praise of love.
The process of life is the process of searching.
Death and love can both find beautiful gestures in nothingness, but in reality, they can't find the slightest sense of beauty. Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
Death will bring another life more brilliant blooms.
The Fountain--The emptiness expressed in this film is currently the most appropriate depiction of the image of emptiness. Rising, smoky, evoking. It is a kind of call, belonging, but also a kind of lost, useless navigation, and drifting to the same root that cannot be expressed in pale words.
All things in the world, as long as they are created by the hand of nature, must have life. Animals, trees, breezes, and running water each have their own expressions and emotions. The so-called death is merely the transformation of one form of existence into another.
I like the way he touches the roots of the tree, like touching the skin of a lover with the tip of his nose, with such a subtle distance, but with such an expression of admiration for love. Men and women, each has its own dependence, and each has its own strength and vulnerability.
"Kneel, Conquistador.
Let in the morning light.
The beast runs amok in my kingdom. He has isolated me, and now he is sharpening his talons for one more fateful push. But salvation lies in the jungles of New Spain. Will you deliver Spain from bondage?"
If I give you a seed, can you turn me into a tree?
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