Elay: Death :What are you waiting for? Knight :I want Knowledge. Death : You want guarantees? Knight :Call it whatever you like. Is it so cruelly inconceivable to grasp God with the senses? Why should He hide himself in a mist of half-spoken promises and unseen miracles? Death doesn't answer. Knight : How can we have faith in those who believe when we can't have faith in ourselves? What is going to happen to those of us who want to believe but aren't able to? And what is to become of those who neither want to nor are capable of believing?

Death :What are you waiting for? Knight :I want Knowledge. Death : You want guarantees? Knight :Call it whatever you like. Is it so cruelly inconceivable to grasp God with the senses? Why should He hide himself in a mist of half-spoken promises and unseen miracles? Death doesn't answer. Knight : How can we have faith in those who believe when we can't have faith in ourselves? What is going to happen to those of us who want to believe but aren't able to? And what is to become of those who neither want to nor are capable of believing?

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Yedinci Mühür Ingmar Bergman

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