[Skybird]

Well, the ending in this one impressed me, and very much so. The way she let her dead loved one gently go, without hysteria or faked emotions. Knowing what lied ahead of her (and under her, invisible). after the body floated away, she turned, and had a last glance at him. She saw the calm, unexcited way in which the husband dissapeared from the surface, and she knew why, and what was happening under the surface. Then acccepting what was about to happen to her, and no longer resisting. Accepting. Mentally preparing, letting go anything, getting rid of oxygene tank and equipment, accepting that life will have it'S way. Waiting. And then only the empty water surface. The rest is left to the imagination of the audience.

Life goes on, and yes, the world around does not care. We are not that important as we think of ourselves all day long. Even our dying does not change the universe around us. And when looking at the beauty of that calm ocean surface, and the sky and the clouds - despite that single unimportant event that just took place, all is in order, all is well, all is beautiful and right the way it should be. It is one thing to imagine how proud and reserved we face our end, so that people will be impressed and remember the way we left. That way, we again create our own monument inside the mind of people. something of us needs to live on, right? Needs to tell the story of how fantastic we were, and how stoic we faced our end!? but if we still have that calm when we realise that noone will ever see and hear and learn about our end - that is something different, for usually we think that even our dying needs to be something special, something that makes people taking note of us and our "grandesse". Is there any heroism without an audience appreciating it as such? Heroism is not about the hero. It is about the other's interpretation inside their own minds. But in this movie: no one will ever know what happened to them, and what they went through. Not a single cloud stopped moving because what was happening. It all simply does not count thta much. It's just one single, very small and relatively unimportant piece in a giant puzzle that we call life, and cosmos. Puts things back into perspective.

More impressive than a million dollar budget spend on mindless special effects for overkill destructions, endless pathetic dialogues, and those monumental soundtracks trying to push emotions.

When the time has come for me one day, I hope I will be able to face it in the same accepting and unexcited attitude like that woman at the end of that movie.

I spend some time during a "Praktikum" on the diying station of a hospital, and later some time in a Hospice. I sat together with people that were dying. Most people I saw dying refused to accept that this time it was not somebody else, but they themselves. they still made plans. Looked to a future. And quite a good ammount of them made a stirr of their dying, if they still had the power, and still were by healthy sanity. Only a very few were able to let loose everything, in peace, and acceptance. Interestingly, most of these rejected any kind of support by Christians priests that were available. Maybe a coincidence, but I never asked. They had found their own answers, and did not depend on hear-say and books anymore. That one opened my eyes quite a bit. The staff considered me to be an alien, and demanded me to "do" more, and to "speak" more. Fools.