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sometimes Iβm fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above Iβd like to feel a weight β¦ to tie me to Earth. Iβd like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say, βnowβ β¦ and no longer βforeverβ and βfor eternityβ. To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling β¦ catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I donβt have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackened fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal β¦ As youβre walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say βahβ and βohβ and βheyβ instead of βyeaβ and βamenβ β¦ Or at last to feel how it is to take off shoes under a table and wriggle your toes barefoot, like that.
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All he longed for was a fuller life his heart nourished by a richer source
La Chimera (2023)
Dir By Alice Rohrwacher
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"There's more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting."
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There were once passageways to the old world; strange trails hidden paths. You'd turn a corner and suddenly find yourself face-to-face with the great mystery the foundation of all things. And even though that old world is gone now, even though it's been rolled up like a scroll and put somewhere, you can still feel the echo of it.
