funeral: “God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened? So bitter? Why must
funeral: “God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened? So bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance? If there is a purpose to my suffering, then tell me, so that I can bear my pain without complaint. I’m strong. You made me so very strong in both body and soul. But you never gave me a task worthy of my strength. Give my life meaning and I’ll be your obedient slave.”—Winter Light (Ingmar Bergman, 1963) -- source link