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Friday, February 4, 2011
Thank You Condolence Wording
A 80-year-olds can forgive a lot. In general, film criticism about Clint Eastwood's Hereafter that is currently running in German cinema, as a non- .-judgmental depiction of the human longing for a life beyond reading, ie, as the expression of a desire for quasi perpetual contact with loved ones Matt Damon plays a "medium", which when you touch the hands recognize another person whose biography and suffering - and after which the deceased person concerned longs. Then there's a woman in a tsunami near drowned while apparently has contact with the deceased, but now her friends will no longer be taken seriously - until she meets Matt medium. Mediates this contact is ultimately of a little boy who lost his twin brother. And it is precisely here that the inconsistency of the screenplay, the author Peter Morgan reportedly not even believe in life after that (which probably explains his involuntary satire): In one scene, it blows the boy's baseball cap from his dead brother's head and he escapes such a bomb attack in the subway (yes, is as thick as applied). Was responsible - according to media - his brother who helped him one last time from the beyond. I immediately asked why then not take any bad boy from beyond contact with the living - that certainly is not illustrated in this film. Instead of vaguely embarrassing flashes tottering shadow figures. 
These days, someone reminded me of a conversation about my former experience as todesnah perceived. I regretted that the resulting trend-setting or-changing power that brought my life into another car, had been worn down a bit. I think they can eat is not permanently out of key experiences, but should ultimately be anchored in what does not allow anchor - the emptiness or the meditative experience, as recently already spelled "deathless". Or "dying ones. It comes with no hope. Even if I, as long as I breathe, like say a woman: I've been looking many lives. This kind of illusion refers only to the moment of love. However, I would like to stay my own thesis with skepticism. I have been following the blog of a diagnosed glioblastoma author, Mr. Wolfgang 
village. In his illness, a type of brain tumor exist, little chance of survival for several years. Now that it fades the hope, wrote Mr village, passing away the fear of dying, yes, he longed for death. A life without hope, it seems, is hard to bear. In this case, torture Herrndorf not even with the usual question: Why me?
village. In his illness, a type of brain tumor exist, little chance of survival for several years. Now that it fades the hope, wrote Mr village, passing away the fear of dying, yes, he longed for death. A life without hope, it seems, is hard to bear. In this case, torture Herrndorf not even with the usual question: Why me? How is it then possible that we have no hope in the here and now at?
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