Zwerger, from The Little Mermaid, 2004
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is
something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to
understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only
find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental
mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that
comes with innocence. Somewhere between chance and mystery lies
imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that
people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.
Luis Buñuel
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