Back in the movie, as I asked, if you were given a bright life, what would you see? We can see and see so much that we remember nothing until the white light of heaven falls upon us.
In the last century, Auguste Lumiere and Louis Lumiere put pictures of the event into the small box of the film, and people's desire has been out of control since then. Because before that, the audience was God.
Audience says: have a voice. So filmmakers made sound films.
The audience said: have color. So filmmakers made color films.
The audience said: There must be...
Gradually, the filmmakers are not willing to be led by the nose by the audience, they let the world be destroyed again and again in the film, and they take us on the screen to go further from the moon The edge of the universe, they left those who were once Gods speechless with their mouths wide open in theaters again and again.
When we haven't recovered, they invented 3D movies again, and we can only open our already wide mouth wider.
But at the end of the day, when we come out of the theater, what are we left with except that big mouth and a head full of emptiness? We can't even make out the sounds of woodpeckers and seagulls.
how silly we are!
Because the world is for listening. Only listening can bring us closer to God and the inner heaven. That's why I prefer OSTs to movies, and why the lights must be turned off and the curtains must be drawn when listening to CDs. Because my heaven is in my ears.
At the end of the movie, the father by the sea holds the child, but the melody of a song keeps lingering in my mind:
What colour is the wind, Daddy
Is it yellow, red or blue
When he's playing with my hair, Daddy
Does he do the same to you
When he's dying does his colour fade
Is a gentle breeze a lighter shade
Just like his friend the sea
The wind feels blue to me
When the blackbird starts to sing, Daddy
Do the flowers hear him, too
When he's pouring out his heart, Daddy
Tell me, what do roses do
Do they cast their scent upon the air
And is fragrance just a rose in prayer
Giving thanks to God above
For the blackbird's song of love
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