One Has To Manage Alone

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

For Me, In Those Days, The Great Question Was: Does God Exist? Or Doesn't God Exist? Can We, By An Attitude Of Faith, Attain To A Sense Of Community And A Better World? Or, If God Doesn't Exist, What Do We Do Then? What Does Our World Look Like Then? In None Of This Was There The Least Political Colour.

I Am Conscious About Myself And Everything, And Then Suddenly, Or Slowly, My Conscious Fades Out. Switches Off. And It's Not Existing, And That's A Marvelous Feeling. That From Existing, I Am Not Existing. And At That Moment, Nothing Can Happen To Me.

The Film Medium Is Some Sort Of Magic. I Think Also It's A Magic That Every Frame Comes And Stands Still For A Fraction Of A Second And Then It Darkens. A Half Part Of The Time When You See A Picture You Sit In Complete Darkness. Isn't That Fascinating? That Is Magic.

A Film Causes Me So Many Worries And Such A Lot Of Reactions That I Have To Love It In Order To Get Over It And Past It.