But every image of it slaps you like a whip and makes you ache.
You watched the documentary in silence, you failed, the documentary triumphed, but the triumphant documentary was crying.
It's not for everyone to watch. But I watched it for ten minutes and I confirmed it was a great commemorative film.
It doesn't seem to say anything, and it seems to tell you everything. Our destiny, our relationship with nature, those ancient rituals, those new sorrows.
The only word that can connect this documentary is "ritual", the heart-shaking gestures, the fate of thousands of years that only God can understand.
All things grow, all things wither. When you have compassion in your heart, every ordinary moment has a silent beauty.
The terrifying music sounded, and you bowed your head.
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