Everything Is Worth Precisely As Much As

This Damned Ranting About Doom. Is That Food For The Minds Of Modern People? Do They Really Expect Us To Take Them Seriously?

All Of Us Collect Fortunes When We Are Children. A Fortune Of Colors, Of Lights, And Darkness, Of Movement, Of Tensions. Some Of Us Have The Fantastic Chance To Go Back To His Fortune When Grown Up.

I Want Knowledge. Not Belief. Not Surmise. But Knowledge. I Want God To Put Out His Hand, Show His Face, Speak To Me.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?

To Shoot A Film Is To Organize An Entire Universe.