My shirt is stained with chocolate
my mind is stained with sex
Unfortunately life isn't clean.
About halfway through, I realized the film would not end well. I'm glad though, to have seen the movie, for it supplies more ammunition for my final take on human life. It's not good. It's in need of change.
I offer this proposition for you to ponder: everyone who talks is lying, better not to talk.
I wished the old man could have been saved. No longer; now I accept his sad demise, just like his taxi-driver friend. The truth was in the taxi-driver's eyes at the end of the film. It wasn't stated in words. Can one state the truth of death in words? Can one die and then talk about it?
Pontius Pilate asked a pertinent question when he put to Jesus of Nazareth, "what is truth?" Jesus had said, ".. for this I was born, to witness to the truth. All who belong to truth listen to my voice." Pilate naturally asked Jesus his question. Notice that no reply from Jesus is recorded.
The truth of the important things cannot really be put into words. Words are not all we have to express truth. The eyes, facial expression, hand movement, timbre or sound of voice, surroundings, as well as words may express truth, but not fully.
Art is a vehicle for truth.
So sad. . . so sad.
