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The anxiety we carry within us, all our broken dreams, the inexplicable cruelty, the fear of death, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have worn out our hope of a divine salvation. The cries of our faith and doubt against the darkness and the silence are terrible proofs of our loneliness and fear. Do you think it's like that? (Bibi Andersson reading from an (unidentified) book in Bergman's Persona)