MarkMaybe what you saw was God, and you didn't know it.
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MarkDo you love your son? Tell him that I love him too. I love everybody, and everything, I accept everything, and I have become wise, and profound, and good.
AnnaFrom now on she'll know how much righteous anger and sheer will she's got in her to say: "I, I can do as well, I can be better! I'm the best!" Only in this case can she become a success. Nobody taught me that. That's why I'm with you. Because you say "I" for me. Because you say "I" for me. Yes, I'm thinking about him. But I recognize the self who has just done something horrible, like a sister I've casually met on the street! Hello, Sister. It's like there's two sisters of Faith and... Chance, it's like two... It's like there's two sisters of Faith and Chance, of Faith... My Faith can't exclude Chance, but Chance... Well, it's like there's two sisters of Faith and Chance, my Faith can't exclude Chance, but my Chance can't, can't explain Faith. My Faith didn't allow me to wait for Chance, and Chance didn't give me enough Faith. And then I read that private life is a stage, only I'm playing in many parts that are smaller than me, and... yet I still play them, I suffer, I believe, I am! But at the same time, I know there's a third possibility, like cancer, or madness. But cancer or madness contort reality. The possibility I'm talking about pierces reality. I'm unable to say it, maybe. Maybe it's impossible to say, maybe I'm too stupid. You're looking at me as if you... You're looking at me as if to tell me that I need you to fill me up, as if I'm an empty space. Well, I love you too, but what makes me go on is to know he'll return, and I'll make him suffer, and... And I'll hurt him, and... I'm betraying him, but... this brings me small rewards. Well... But yet, I... I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself. Because I'm the maker of my own evil. Because... Because I'm... Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That's the way it is.
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Postcard[Taj Mahal] I have seen half of God's face out here, the other half is you.
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Mark[looking around Heinrich's Library]So this is how you've been controlling her.
AnnaI messed everything up. Even Bob. I've been a cheat, a liar, completely alone, wounded. And you think I'm immoral shit. I think so too but not the... same reasons... I feel nothing for no-one! It's as if the two sisters were too exhausted to fight anymore. You know these women wrestling in an arena of mud, with their hands locked at each other's throats. Each waiting to see who'll die first. Both staring at me!
HeinrichYou misuse me. It's stiff and blocked men like you that lead them to the concentration camp, and who are the crusaders of every blind principle, so-called ideology, humanity invents to strangle me. Why don't you like me? Why don't you draw into the magnitude of my love and pull it all over your life, like a veil?
MarkI've decided I don't want to see Bob. He's fucked up enough as it is without me playing Sunday Daddy.
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HelenI come from a place where evil seems easier to pinpoint because you can see it in the flesh. It becomes people, so you know exactly the danger of being deformed by it. Which doesn't mean I admire your world. But I find pathetic these stories of women contaminating the universe.