2008-01-23 15:43:17
来自: 沃尔夫小鸟
Såsom i en spegel / 犹在镜中的评论
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One can’t live in two worlds. One has to choose. I can’t go on moving from one to the other all the time.
One draws a magic circle around oneself – to keep everything out that doesn’t fit one’s secret games. Each time life breaks the circle, the games become puny and ridiculous. So one draws a new circle and builds new defences.
Poor little dad, who has to live in the real world.
Reality cracked and I fell out. Anything could happen. Anything! I can’t live in a new world.
Yes, you can. But you have to have something to hold on.
What would that be a god? Give me a proof of god. You can’t.
I can. I can only give you one indication of my own hope. It’s knowing that love exists for real in the human world.
A special kind of love, I suppose?
All kinds, Minus. The highest and the lowest, the most ridiculous and the most sublime. All kinds.
The longing for love?
Longing and denial. Doubt and faith.
So love is the proof?
I don’t know whether love is proof of God’s existence, or if love is God.
For you, love and God are the same?
I rest my emptiness and dirty hopelessness in that thought.
Tell me more, Dad!
Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance-and hopelessness into life. It’s like a reprieve, Minus, from a sentence of life.
Dad…if it is as you say -- then Karin is surrounded by God, since we love her. Could that help her?
I believe so.
Såsom i en spegel / 犹在镜中的评论
4
One can’t live in two worlds. One has to choose. I can’t go on moving from one to the other all the time.
One draws a magic circle around oneself – to keep everything out that doesn’t fit one’s secret games. Each time life breaks the circle, the games become puny and ridiculous. So one draws a new circle and builds new defences.
Poor little dad, who has to live in the real world.
Reality cracked and I fell out. Anything could happen. Anything! I can’t live in a new world.
Yes, you can. But you have to have something to hold on.
What would that be a god? Give me a proof of god. You can’t.
I can. I can only give you one indication of my own hope. It’s knowing that love exists for real in the human world.
A special kind of love, I suppose?
All kinds, Minus. The highest and the lowest, the most ridiculous and the most sublime. All kinds.
The longing for love?
Longing and denial. Doubt and faith.
So love is the proof?
I don’t know whether love is proof of God’s existence, or if love is God.
For you, love and God are the same?
I rest my emptiness and dirty hopelessness in that thought.
Tell me more, Dad!
Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance-and hopelessness into life. It’s like a reprieve, Minus, from a sentence of life.
Dad…if it is as you say -- then Karin is surrounded by God, since we love her. Could that help her?
I believe so.
2009-11-17 20:57:05 [已注销]
伯格曼说它的结尾处带有了矫饰的调性，于是他否定了那个自我设置的回答，所以有了《冬日之光》，寂静有如雷鸣> 我来回应