If I cry, who among the angels of all ranks can hear me? Even if one of them suddenly embraces me; I shall perish by his stronger presence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of the horrors we happen to be able to endure, and we marvel at it because it is so serene that it disdains to destroy us. ——Rilke, "Duino Elegy No. 1"
Angelopoulos asked the boy in the troupe to read the first line of the poem suddenly when the hand of the severed finger flew away, and a new man-god relationship was born, that is, the man-world. We cannot be saved but suffer.
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