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Late Spring (1949), dir. Yasujirō Ozu
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“Each person, obviously, knows extreme states of solitude, where nothing exists anymore, especially at night when one is absolutely alone, thus there is the difficulty of speaking with oneself all the time. So, I’ve defined God like that, as the partner in moments of extreme solitude. One thinks of God when one can think of nothing else anymore, of no other person. So, it has nothing to do with faith, in my case, it’s solely a pretext for dialogue. It’s a monologue, but because everything else has vanished, one clashes with God, the last companion in solitude.”
— Emil Cioran
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