Its grace was gone, lost. Bereft of all natural elegance. Ruined by self-consciousness and affection. The truth lasts. The perennial myth about innocence and grace never does. Because its true. It is the force behind the pastoral idyll. We live it out in even the simplest ways, in our homes, in the cities as well as the wilderness.
Just as the intersection of two lines on one side of a point after passing through infinity, suddenly appears again on the other side or the image of a concave mirror, so grace can be found again. When knowledge has passed, as it were, through an eternity, so that it appears at its purest in both those human forms which have either no consciousness at all, or an infinite consciousness, time has evolved.
That is in a marionette or in a God, the natural grace speaks of the perfect example of his irony.
Mutiple awards winning picture "Tree of Life" 
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