In a more tiring film about faith, probably only the minds of pure Westerners (and Nordics) would be so persistent and painful to ask: Is there a God? When did he show up? what is he? —Will he be just a lascivious spider when he finally appears? ...... The thinking of Westerners only goes in one direction in this way, knowing that it is unknowable and still trying to find the answer; asking for a very mundane and concrete answer to this kind of higher-than-human question is like insisting on a two-dimensional solution. The space presentation is the same as 3D graphics. Although the mentally ill are sick, and what they see does not exist, but several healthy people around her, even if they are not tormented by hallucinations, suffer from the same problems. At the end, the father's teaching to his son is a comforting ending of the director's humanistic care for the audience. I don't think the father himself can believe what he says, but he wants his son to believe it - maybe that's the only way to survive; presumably the director is also giving the audience something he can't convince himself to be sure of. The belief that keeps us alive in perplexity and bewilderment is this: love—love of all kinds, from the highest to the lowest, trust or distrust in love, all of which proves The existence of God, or love, is God Himself.
ps Recalling this movie, I feel that I don't have enough evidence to confirm that my father doesn't believe what he said. Instead, it may be that he listened to his husband's words and was infected by the persistent love of this simple person. He saw in him that only love in the world can be assured; love is more definite than God himself.
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