This is not a crisis of faith.
If this film promotes religious belief in something, it is better to say it is. In fact, this fragile creature like humans is futile no matter what it believes.
The goddess believed that she was God's messenger. She prayed in the bathroom the day before, even if she saved only one person. The next day she clamored to throw the young soldiers out to sacrifice to the beasts. This is religious untrustworthy.
Science used to be the absolute incarnation of reason, opposed to the spiritual persecution of people by religion, and once became the object of people's obsession, but the fog-dimensional monster in the film is the product of blind science. To a certain extent, obsessed with science is no different from obsessed with religion. Both are willingly controlled by a thought that thinks it is extremely correct. Science is not credible.
If you are trying to rely on others, hoping to get the courage to move forward from others, you must ensure that what others can give to yourself is something that he does not cherish at all. Taking time with a person who wants to die is as difficult to achieve as it is with a person who wants to live to seek death. So when the short-haired mother was out of the supermarket, she could see so many shyly turned faces behind the tears. Others cannot be trusted.
Personal heroism is a common problem with mainstream American values. If you can’t trust anyone, then you can at least believe in yourself. If you trust yourself, you can easily be manipulated by yourself. The ugly squeezed out. I can't trust myself.
Love cannot be trusted. It's not that the short-haired mother escaped, standing in a military vehicle condescendingly and watching the male lead is the maternal love, showing the beauty of selflessness. Rather, this was originally an adventure, and surviving would be considered in the Ten Commandments, the world is impermanent. Lucky is only a kind of lucky, and it cannot be used to teach the audience that only faith and love are worthy of enjoying miracles. That's too idealistic and a folktale narrative model.
If you don't believe anything, isn't it a crisis of faith?
No, but in an impermanent life, believing in everything is a kind of stupid acknowledgment. This is not a matter of being at peace and waiting for death, but a question of what kind of body will be changed under what circumstances.
The inability to see the surrounding environment is the reason why we voluntarily give up hope in despair.
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