Thin Red Line by Malick, 1998

What’s this war in the heart of nature? Why does nature vie with itself? The land contend with the sea? Is there an avenging power in nature? Not one power, but two? l remember my mother when she was dying. Looked all shrunk up and gray. l asked her if she was afraid. She just shook her head. l was afraid to touch the death l seen in her. I heard people talk about immortality, but I ain’t seen it. l wondered how it’d be when l died. What it’d be like to know that this breath now was the last one you was ever gonna draw. l just hope l can meet it the same way she did. With the same… calm. Cos that’s where it’s hidden — the immortality l hadn’t seen.

Who were you that I lived with? Walked with? The brother. The friend. Darkness from light. Strife from love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul, let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.