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Now.

And now!

Hello? Rick?

Cool it... Okay, Rick!

...can you wake earlier?

Were you asleep? -Yes.

Sound off!

This is pointless. - Are you asleep or just pretending?

I think you're asleep.

You know what I'd like...?

This is a waste of time! Working all day for nothing!

Come on, once again!

Wake up earlier, please.

Here we go: one more time. - Sure... One more time!

Are you ready?

Don't get too close. - I can't see from here.

Okay, this has to be it.

This is Rick de Leeuw's answering machine.

He isn't here right now... - Yes I am.

Wait, I think I can hear him...

Rick! Rick!

Rick! - Okay!

No, he's not here, but if you leave... - Yes. De Leeuw is here!

Rick speaking.

No, it's me.

I don't have to...

What's the time?

It's 9:45!

I'll get dressed. I'm coming... Wait!

Shit! It's 9:45!

the sea that thinks

...faking and imitating emotions.

It felt good just to look out the window...

...if only it was possible to film like that. As you often open your eyes.

Just observing. Without wanting to prove anything.

Because at the bottom of the next page, Pooh was walking round...

...and round, in a circle...

...with a problem. - What are you doing, Pooh?

I'm tracking something... - Tracking what?

That's what I ask myself. What? - The tracks?

You want to watch it? - Yes.

Thinking is the skin on the milk. - This is it...

We live in a circus of illusions we created ourselves.

We believe in them so firmly that we can't see they're illusions...

And in brief: being someone, an "I", that whole idea is an illusion.

I think.

If I say: try not to think of a cloud...

Impossible. You instantly think of a cloud.

The same with all ideas of yourself, of who and what you are.

If I tell you: Let go of all those ideas...

...make that screen in your head empty and clean...

...try not to be someone, an "I"...

It's not possible either...

...because when you try, you're someone trying.

Touching a table, you don't feel the table, but what happens inside your finger.

We feel ourselves.

You don't listen to me, but to the vibrations in your own ear.

We hear ourselves listening.

If we look outside, we don't see what is outside, but the image in our brain.

The world only exists in our head.

And what's more:-

Everything is possible for our eyes, but our brain says it is impossible.

It creates ideas about what we see, about what we think we see.

But also about what we think we are.

No balloons?

May I ask something? - Certainly.

We're from the TV show Antenna. - I know it.

What are you? - A student.

I asked what you are, not what you do.

I think about life.

I asked what you are, not what you think.

That's a difficult question.

What are you? - A man.

I didn't ask your gender. I asked what you are.

Nice...?

May I ask something? I only have one question.

What are you?

What are you? An individual.

What are you? - You could say I'm a window cleaner.

I didn't ask what you do, but what you are.

I'm an individual of our time.

That's all I know.

It's not what you think, but what you are.

Once upon a time there was a sea.

Sea lived in a happy and natural state of wetness and waves.

One morning, out of the blue, sea thought she was a tree.

This idea lasted for ever.

Sea was no longer happy.

What am I?

I am kind-of sad.

What do you mean? Look, I am the way I am.

You don't ask where I am from.

What are you?

I am myself, am I not?

It is holiday time.

As every year, I swim in this sea.

When I dive in, sea asks me:-

"Friend, you've known me a long time. I'm a big tree, but something is wrong.

What should I do to be as happy as when you first swam in me?

What should sea do to become water again?

"Nothing, of course," I answered.

"Just let go of the illusion that you are a tree."

It's not what you think, but what you are.

What do I have to say next?

Christ Almighty! Talk it through with her!

This man is in a hurry.

This man has more time. May I ask something?

Some other time...

What are you?

A person.

No, you were to say "Catholic" to the third question.

And maybe you can hold the ice cream higher in the frame...

Repeat the question. Okay... Go on.

I want to ask you something for the TV show Antenna.

What are you? - Catholic.

No, stop. Not right away. First the other two questions...

Well! In an hour's time...

I don't like it!

Yesterday more than 60 people were injured in a major pile up...

Yesterday more than 60 people were injured in a major pile up...

The road is known to be very dangerous.

But a spokesman said the accident was not a matter of traffic safety...

The authorities are now to study safety there after all.

Erwin, is it safe here, or are we better off ice skating?

Stick to a sleigh, I'd say!

Is this real?

Or is it fake? - Tape still running!

And the car crash?

And all those street interviews?

What do I think I see?

What do I think I am?

Is our dream real while we dream it?

Where are we fooled by our thinking?

We always say: "I am me, a man, woman, person, father of two children, painter... "

But those are ideas.

And what we are cannot be an idea or thought.

Because, if we were a thought, we'd be gone with the thought too.

The phone rings and the thought has gone.

But we are still here.

It's not ours, it's on TV.

We are something we cannot express.

Because everything we can say about ourselves is a thought.

Coffee? - Great.

Peter speaking... Hi Rick!

Just imagine an empty stretch of sand...

A thought arises, now.

A Chinese tea bowl.

This bowl, this thought disappears.

Another thought arises: a candlestick.

It exists briefly too and disappears.

Then a gold-coloured car.

Etc., etc...

You can see these thoughts as buildings on the sand, built, then torn down.

Thoughts come and go. Buildings appear and disappear.

That empty sand is a good analogy of what we are.

But, what happens? A thought occurs to you, like:-

"Okay, I am apparently this stretch of sand without buildings.

But the moment you have that thought, the building is there.

And the sand is no longer empty.

So we can never think up what we are.

However we can somehow see that thoughts appear and disappear.

We can see images appear in us. We can see that we think.

And what image often appears in our head?

A construction, a tall building we call "I".

But listen: that "I" is a thought too, that's the point!

We only need to change our point of view.

We only need to turn 180 degrees and look.

Then we don't just look at thoughts and images...

...but somehow or other...

...we find out we are possibilities for images to show themselves in us.

Like a TV.

We are in fact a TV set...

...a box in which images appear.

Or the lamp in the cinema projector making all images possible.

Usually we look at all the images...

...but we can also focus our attention...

...on what is looking at those images.

And listen: that's not an "I".

But...

...that's difficult, because in what we are...

...a seductive film appears, a drama...

...with or without happy ending; with war, violence, with love.

The projector lamp or TV set makes those images possible...

...but the images don't influence them.

They don't get hot or cold.

Maybe a little warm.

All problems start when we're involved with what we see.

We like to identify with a fictional film character.

We want to be James Bond or Lara Croft.

That's okay, but in real life, outside the cinema, we also identify with a character.

This character we call "I", It features in the film in our brain.

A really brainy film.

If you listen to people talking in the tram...

...you hear most often the word "I".

I think, I said, I mean... I this and that...

No one seems to wonder who that character actually is.

Who hired that "I"?

That character only exists, just as in the cinema...

...because we believe in it. But it is fake, an illusion.

The lamp cannot identify with a person on the screen...

...with a James Bond.

If you want a TV with...

You can drink some coffee back there. Then I can get on and work in peace.

You're getting on my nerves... - I'll go and take it as it is!

Yet I still think I am a person.

But when I dream, I also think I am someone....

...an "I" with strange characteristics. - It's been here 3 weeks!

In dreams, I can talk to my dead father, fly, walk up walls...

I myself invented this dream "I".

Yet I can be chased by a lion and run like hell.

And wake up sweating from my own illusions.

I deceive myself.

It's the pincushion correction.

It's a difficult problem.

This dog gnaws at this huge clean bone.

Splinters from the bone get in its gums.

The gums start bleeding.

The dog tastes its own blood, and thinks "Mmm...

"...Iucky me, this is a nice juicy bone!"

So he attacks wildly, gets more splinters in his jaw and more blood.

That makes him even happier.

It's one big vicious circle.

We are that stupid too.

We also think external factors can make us happy.

But it's not the external factors: film, women, sex, cars, whatever...

We taste our own happiness.

Wow, you're quite something.

We are...

...as in most films, always looking for happiness.

We say: "I am not happy. I want to be happy. "

It's an insane idea.

If this "I" is only a thought. How can a thought be happy?

A TV isn't happy showing a great film either, is it?

And what about our past?

We say: "I am the way I am because of my parents. "

But this past also only exists in our...

...nurse switches channels. 15 lNT - FAMlLY lN LlVlNG ROOM - DAY

Early 70s room. Bart is 17...

...in our head.

The past is a thought.

And the "I" is a thought.

How on earth can one thought be tormented by another?

A thought can't be tormented by anything.

But we really believe in the existence of our character, our "I".

But as soon as we do so, there is approval and disapproval.

We want cake, but no toothache.

On and on.

Without end.

As long as we identify with our character, we are its slave.

We turn into a ping-pong ball and get hit back and forth by two bats.

One bat is fear, the other bat is desire.

But I also quite often think:-

...nice theory, but...

...I am really here and I do exist...

I'm sitting here. Aren't I?

What can I say? It's such a paradox. Drives you crazy.

Maybe that's a way. Exposing your thinking to all these paradoxes.

So it falls quiet. Stops creating silly ideas about ourselves.

Maybe that's what they call enlightenment.

...wet hair... ...she's interested in the documentary...

The doorbell rings.

People realise, but not mentally...

...there is no step to take. We're already there.

But I still think I have to cross a threshold, to go through a door...

...because it's as if I have to understand something. What? Where?

One more piece of paper... where is it? Where is this liberating sentence?

For whom?

When I see what I really am...

...that I am what never changes.

The possibility in which images can show themselves.

Just as I am the possibility for my dreams to appear at night.

Then I am outside the film.

But I am NOT this possibility, the lamp or the TV.

Because they are ideas, and I'm not an idea.

So there's nothing to understand... Understand?

Everything is a play of ideas.

Don't listen to me. If you do, you might think: "That's interesting. "

"That idea might help me."

There are no interesting ideas. Because there's no "I" to be helped.

...black.

...sound of the mother and child disappears. Silence...

...she switches off the TV... ...it shrinks to a red-green-blue dot...

There is nothing else to say.

That's all there is to say. Nothing else.

...no interesting ideas. Because there's no "I" to be helped.

...all there is to say. Nothing else.

There's nothing else to say...

T. T.

Then there was T.

Circle...

I introduce myself as the main character...

...and play myself.

In other words: Bart.

I type what he does...

...and I do what he types.

18. INT - BART'S ROOM - DAY

We hear the kettle in the...

...camera pans to kitchen... ...he whistles...

He smiles, takes another cigarette, forgets to light it...

...and types on, urgently.

...a cat reacts to the tin...

...we see the tea leaves turning in close up...

The sunlight causes reflections...

I am...

He is too busy typing to notice these reflections...

Hello, Bart speaking.

Hey lady! It's great to hear your voice!

How are you? - Fine...

Where are you? - Lima.

I thought you were still in Guatemala. - No, I left 4 days ago...

I can't hear you...

I can't hear you either. How's Mieke? - Fine. Very well.

Really? How was Grandma's birthday yesterday?

Yesterday? Sorry. We forgot.

Forgot? - I'm busy with the script... It's growing.

SHADOWS OF LEAVES

I just finished part one.

I can't yet see, but I feel as if I stumbled on a gold mine.

...he also embraces his own creation...

19 lNT - BART'S LlVlNG ROOM Through the bars of a...

I can't hear you at all.

Marga?

I'm hanging up, Marga.

Nice you called. Bye dear. Take care!

...the lighter turns out to be huge.

We see the garden. A gust of wind...

...he stops trying to organise the notes...

While we hear the original interview in the background, we see...

They are illusions...

....and I don't have to combat or agree with illusions.

I only have to see through them.

Often it's enough to change your point of view.

You see something strange.

And you suddenly see how it really is. You say: "Now I get it! "

From then on, it won't get you. It won't fool you anymore.

If we walk in the desert and see a mirage...

...we believe it is an oasis with water.

But when we realise it is a mirage, we continue to see it...

...but we don't run there anymore.

But as long as I try something...

I am stuck.

As long as you believe in your own character...

It's so difficult. I want to explain and it's so hopeless...

People tell you: "Let go of everything...

"Let go of your 'I'." But that's impossible.

I can't let go of it.

If I try, I'm an "I" trying to let go of my "I".

The paradox is that "I" can't do that.

Understand? No matter how I put it, I can't...

It's complex. If for instance I look at this coffee cup...

I see a coffee cup.

I see a shape I know is intended for coffee.

I know it has a specific weight and if I drop it, it breaks.

So I don't see the thing, but I see my knowledge of it.

I see my thoughts and conceptions of the thing.

There are stories of Buddhists who stare at a vase for 30 years...

...and have to try and see the vase.

Not to see their ideas of the vase, or their knowledge...

Not that it's a vase, pretty or ugly, green and for flowers...

...no, the thing itself!

But all I see is my knowledge of the world around me.

Slow down. You observe the cup...

What I try to explain with this cup, I call this "observing"...

...is that you could look at the cup without adding any meaning.

I would like to look without opinions and ideas. Without any meaning.

Observing. Just looking.

Memory entirely creates our character.

But that memory is unreliable and limited.

Tell me: what did you do 2 months ago at this time?

You can't wind on from...

"now".

Our memory creates a big meatball of thoughts and feelings...

...and says: that's my personality, That's me, what I am.

But that "I" only exists when "I" think of it.

...hot tea is standing on the... ...moving lines on the surface...

He chokes on the tea...

Everything is made up of memory. For instance: look at this sentence.

You think you can hear this sentence, but you can't.

You hear sound after sound, about 14 sounds in a second.

Each sound a new peak of the needle.

Afterwards, your memory pieces it together...

...and it says: "I have heard a sentence."

That's utter rubbish!

The sentence I think I heard is a product of my memory.

No one has ever heard a sentence anywhere.

The fascinating thing is that I can see:- I have a thought...

That thought comes and goes.

And then there is nothing...

No thing, no thought.

Then a new thought arises, like dust in sunlight or waves at sea.

And I can observe the silence between these two thoughts...

...this white space.

Camera zooms out from the white space.

But I can't think about this silence or... - It's gone.

...there's no silence anymore.

That brings me to the Oriental philosophy that we are awareness...

...silence...

Title: Four days later.

..a clear white screen...

...on which this character, this "I" appears.

But... the trap is that I think each time:-

"Oh yes" or "I understand".

The "I" can never understand that...

...the "I" can't understand anything.

"I" can't understand that "I" doesn't exist!

You can only see and experience what is now.

The future and the past do not exist.

None of us have ever experienced them.

You can only experience a thought that appears now...

FOUR DAYS LATER ...maybe it says: that was yesterday.

But I can only have this thought in the present.

With the subtitle: YESTERDAY

It's so simple: I'm only the now in which things appear.

...Bart feeds the child... ...he scrolls back...

And all those opinions about myself make no sense.

I am good, mad, not that bad...

I am stupid, I am serious, I am searching for happiness...

I am... I am...

Rubbish...

That's difficult, what you say...

It sounds like: step through the door and you're there...

And it's just A or B. Everything in between is rubbish.

My God, do it! Why isn't it that simple?

Why don't I do that? Why can't you help me?

Help me step through it. - Why don't you do it?

Because the moment you want to step through, you're on the wrong track.

That's the paradox.

When you want to go through the door, you create this "I want".

If you want to pass through, you must leave your wanting behind.

But how?

You can't do it.

You can't DO it.

Hopeless... or not?

You'll get your food!

That's me, thinking again, isn't it?

I still hope...

A CRlSlS, A CHANCE ZEN MlND, BEGlNNERS' MlND

All you can say, like a signpost...

...an indication...

THE MIND'S EYE NEVER SLEEPS

...is that we are the unimaginable.

Sorry, we're...?

The unimaginable...

It's a very important word.

Before you know it, you think you are something you can imagine...

...such as a person who thinks this is rubbish or interesting.

But that doesn't make any difference.

The well is not influenced by the winding of the river.

That's it. Period.

This is Bart Klever's answering machine...

He isn't in right now.

Wait a sec. I think I hear him...

Bart?

No, my mistake. Speak after the tone and he'll call back.

Bart? This is Marga. Are you home?

Bart, Bart, Bart, are you home? Pick up the phone please.

Okay Bart, I am in La Paz, in Hotel Concepcion.

I can only call twice a day here, so I'll try again this evening.

When it's 5 here, it's 12 there, so please try to be home.

If you can't, I'll try again tomorrow morning. That's 2 pm for you.

So please try to be home at midnight or tomorrow at 2 pm.

I have to talk to you and desperately want to hear Mieke.

Kisses for Mieke... Bye, Bart.

You say: we're always searching for happiness because it's our nature.

Do you recognise this search?

TO BE TO REALLY BE

So you're looking for the lost paradise...

Don't you agree?

I think so... something like that.

Looking at the bottom line, at what we are all doing...

...what keeps us going...

... then it comes down to the fact that we know very well...

...what our original nature is, what we are...

But this projector or its lamp sounds so cool, detached...

It looks as if you are no longer committed to what is happening...

It may be the comparison: a lamp. That's all we are?

A lamp fitted by God's hand?

I think: If I'm a lamp, I'm not a character on the screen.

Then I no longer have an ego or a personality.

But then I start thinking again...

I want to be unique...

I have this strange idea that I'm unique...

...so my ego no longer dissolves...

...and I'm afraid that losing myself, I will...

...Iike Scientologists or Moonies, where your ego is broken down...

...I will become a robot with no will.

That doesn't seem to happen.

The moment someone gives up his personality and ideas about it...

- How should I put it? -

...then he becomes life. He becomes...

...Iove.

Love? - Yes, love.

...compassion...

That person becomes translucent... translucence.

He gives up the idea of being a person.

There is... God, I don't know.

It sounds like: Have it your way.

Yes. - Have your way with me.

In fact, that's what happens to me all day.

Everything happens to me. Things just happen...

But we say: do it to me... or don't.

Caress me but don't pinch...

But basically everything happens to me.

Let me put it another way: Everything happens.

This person, this "I", is a painful cramp...

...that disconcerts us all day.

When you aren't cramped, then you can react...

NO "ONE" lS BORN NO "ONE" DlES

...openly and spontaneously to all that happens

Just as an animal or a cat reacts spontaneously and alertly.

But there is no longer an "I" inside to filter and complicate things.

"POST-lTS ON WlNDOW lDEAS FOR FlLM"

There are just events...

...not intended to make you happy or unhappy, they just happen.

But we stick labels on everything: "This is good for me and this is not"...

"THE LAST POST-lT SAYS NOTHlNG ABOUT THE NEXT SHOT"

...and that puts us in a complex...

...and vulnerable position in the world.

We regard ourselves as "I"s and...

...feel separated from the rest of the world.

Others can influence my "I".

They can hate it, like it and so make me like myself.

I am very dependent on what goes on around me.

But the "I" thinking that is not real.

However real it may seem, even while I'm talking, I'm not here.

INT - BART'S ROOM - NlGHT Bart has fallen asleep.

His head is resting on the keyboard. On the screen we see: zzzzzzzz...

...Bart tries printer to... ...but I don't succeed.

Amigo watches.

But where am I going wrong?

Who is this "I"? I created a mystery for myself.

One big trap.

One huge optical illusion.

More a mental illusion.

We're like one forest tree asking another: "Where is the forest?"

We write our own script...

...and we are caught in it.

We then look for methods, gurus, spiritual masters...

...or we search within ourselves for balance, harmony, peace...

...knowledge of ourselves.

But self-knowledge? I want to know myself?

It's like phoning yourself at home.

Of course the line is busy.

DUST lN SUNLlGHT

GlVE UP THE lDEA OF BElNG A PERSON

CHANGE BART'S POlNT OF VlEW

What everyone wants is spiritual instant coffee.

Just add hot water...

You can't think the right way.

Amigo! Stop it!

It doesn't matter what I do.

You can say: As long as I don't keep seeing illusions...

...as reality and don't jump into my character and think that's necessary.

The bizarre thing is that, while watching this film...

...we identify with the main character, Bart Klever, the scriptwriter.

But worse, as I said: outside this cinema, we also identify all day...

...with a character "I". Everyone plays himself.

It seems to be possible...

...to escape this process of identification.

To free yourself from your own character, to delete it.

But how?

What are you pretending not to know?

Why are you recording this? Why listen, why listen to me?

Who is listening?

Who is getting so upset?

Who is searching?

You don't need a teacher.

It's all paradoxical...

You might think these words are a kind of road map.

So what's the use?

Who? "l"?

It's all illusion, all illusion!

Get lost!

KEEP CALM. AlM AT NOTHlNG.

ONLY THlNKlNG TELLS YOU THlNKlNG EXlSTS

SHlFT ATTENTlON FROM THE SCREEN TO ONESELF TO BREAK THE SPELL

THOSE WHO KNOW, DO NOT SPEAK. THOSE WHO SPEAK, DO NOT KNOW.

THE SEEKER IS THE SOUGHT

NO MORE PREFERENCES

VlSlTOR: WHAT lS SlN? MAHARAJ: ALL THAT BlNDS YOU.

MlND CAUSES lNSECURlTY.

READlNG BOOKS WON'T HELP YOU.

FORGET EVERYTHlNG

GlVE UP ALL

THERE IS NO METHOD/WAY

131. It is not...

Silence.

Bart?

You mean being more inside life? - Yes.

But, if it is so close...

How do I delete

Pick up the phone, Bart!

I'm coming now!

...so there is action, but no actor...

How do I delete Bart.

...prick the balloon...

Hey, you're back! - You're home!

I don't have any time.

I'm working on the script.

She's fine. Just a mo.

Wait, what's going on? - No, nothing...

I don't have time. Come to my place.

My character is afraid of dissolving.

My character is terrified of killing himself off.

But that is a problem of the image on the screen.

Not a problem of the lamp. - Hello, this is Bart's machine...

He's not in... Wait, I think I can hear him.

Bart?!

- Speak after the tone. Of course my character is afraid...

...that he will end with the film.

No phone here again, right?

Christ! - DME4, Andries speaking...

Jan is ill. I'm his replacement. - Try another take.

Fine...

The film is too long. - That's how long it takes.

Can't you let it ring? - DME4, Andries...

It's for you. - Don Duyns here...

If you leave me alone, you'll be helped quicker. Bye.

There's too much text in this film...

I think this scene is essential.

I would leave things out.

Wouldn't you?

I think this...

It's a linking scene, isn't it?

Just fast forward!

You can get angry, but I'm replacing Jan...

I'm not angry. If you only want to cut soccer all your life...

What do you want with this scene?

Fast forward please...

Why don't I hear from you? - I'm busy.

Who do you think you are, Bart?! - It's funny you ask...

Mieke just went to sleep.

In the other room?

Take a look...

Go and look. - Will she wake up?

No!

I don't want a kiss.

You just arrived?

Eh? - Are you just back?

You know very well I've been in Holland at least a day.

I kept phoning you!

I was into my script, so I couldn't respond.

You couldn't respond? What do you think, Bart?

Marga will wait? - I think...

You think: She been gone 2 months.

Who cares if she sees her kid today or tomorrow?

Maybe she'll come next week!

You've been gone 2 months. That wasn't a problem.

Christ! What do you mean!?

It was only 2 months!

I quite agree...

It's ridiculous that you didn't come to the airport.

And you kept me waiting so long before I could come!

I didn't know where you were. I can't just take three buses!

It's crazy that I was left standing alone at the airport...

...everyone gets picked up and l...

It's ridiculous!

Great! I have to write it down, sorry.

No really! I spend all my time trying to blow life into that man in the script...

Which man?

I! And you come in and it's exactly...

Christ! - Bart, bastard!

This is real. I have to write it down. - Really. Write it down?

Then what?

Take a rest from the script, maybe. -...surrender...

Talk to people about it.

It's your dream. No one will understand it.

Not on a useful level. - I think everyone understands...

...exactly what this is all about. This nostalgia, the endless quest...

...for eternal joy and happiness...

Your struggle won't inspire anyone.

Listen, the films that really got to me were ones I didn't get at first.

It wasn't arty farty, they touched me deeply.

That's why it's not an ordinary film with a story.

This film must deny everything! - What's with your eye?

To confuse you and make you look at yourself.

And see through your illusions. What?

You have to look after yourself. - What? I do, very well.

I have to change my viewpoint.

I am the character in my own film. - That's crazy!

I am the character in my own film, but I want to escape.

But in the real film, the one you are going to shoot.

That is the same one. That is this film!

Okay. Shall we do another scene? Turn on your cassette recorder.

Go on, do it! A nice souvenir of me!

Souvenir! Come on. -...true love...

We're talking about fleeing in ideas about myself.

You're afraid to be who you are. That's why you flee...

Who is afraid? - You are!

Who? Who am I then?

You're just Bart. - No, I'm not.

No, it's about letting go of that "l".

Sure. You have to let go of that idea that you can get on with others.

You should let go of that.

Nonsense. - Never mind, Bart.

Let go and I'll let go and go! And take Mieke too.

Then you can feel who you really are.

You won't be anything without us.

Yes.

It's the same for you. But you're too scared, coward!

You shut yourself up with books! Reading...

...about being light with all this heavy stuff.

God, you have to be daring! This takes daring.

...I don't dare...

To try and let go of all the ideas I want to keep.

The thoughts that make me l.

The scriptwriter, the father... to let go of that.

That takes guts! - You know what takes guts?

To look after your child! -...crazy illusions...

Making sure she's happy. -...totally pointless...

And not that she's stuck in a bunker with you!

In a bunker! In a bunker... - If I'd known, I'd never have gone away!

You gave me the wrong impression. - The child is a lot happier here...

...because I leave her in peace. - And I don't?

...signpost...

I respect her. - Me too, but I react to her too!

Don't do anything!

You only worked?

What? - You only worked.

Yes. I'm busy. It's going really well.

I'm nearly there.

I seek, I seek...

"l seek, I seek? " Can you hear your own lines?

I am seeking the seeker.

Who on earth is seeking?

Then I can go beyond. Understand? - Bart! I see a fat man...

...and an unhealthy mess, borrowed texts and wisdom!

What use is it to you if you are incapable!

It gets me every time. - It gets you?

What did you say?

I board this train of thought again. I'll play my own role again.

My ego, I create myself. - I don't think you're here.

No! I hope I'm not here.

I am always here. Always! I get worked up. I get irritated with you.

I wish I wasn't here.

Get it?

You know, I keep feeling that l... can touch it!

That I can grab it. It is so close.

I want you to know too. How...

It's so close. It's so beautiful!

...nothing can happen to me... - It's your role you believe in.

...you can clean your screen... - It's not a role! I saw real things!

...Iet go of yourself... - They did their best to feed their children!

...you're no longer separate... - Here's your real child. She's here...

...watch yourself from above... ...change your point of view...

You're not a person. That's all.

...what on earth are we doing and all fighting for.

That's what I am doing here with my kid!

You know what? You think you're awake and I'm asleep.

But when you wake up, you'll feel really sorry.

That's our arrogance. - This is so hurtful!

It's always all about your film!

You can act like that, Bart.

I'll just go to her. - Shall I come?

I don't know.

She'll fall asleep. - Let her wake up.

Don't touch! Hands off! - You don't need it, Bart.

Don't touch those papers! - You should know it all inside out.

You don't need other people's texts!

Come on! - You want to be here and now?

VlEWER THlNKS: LOlS = MARGA

Don't touch it! - You can't keep track!

You know what's real?

That is real!

HOUSE = FlLM-SET - That's not in my script!

No, it's not! More things get broken outside your script.

Lots isn't in your script...

Hi love... - Mummy's back.

Where's her dummy?

Come on. Sit down.

No. So you can write that I sat down.

Write that I've gone!

Say "Bye Daddy".

ALL SUFFERlNG lS BORN OF DESlRE.

How do I delete Bart?

THE SEA THAT THlNKS script for a film

written by Bart Klever

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