And the light shines in the darkness A black and white train is running fast. Wheels are knocking. The camera peeks at faces: Hindu, Arab, Jew, man, woman, old man, child. And he was once an innocent crumb, and this, if God lets go, old age will not pass. Every face is a map of the human way, of his thoughts. They're alive! They think. Everyone is busy with a secret life.
Suddenly, church singing is shed from the heavens of the high mountains, the sun beam knocks at the window of the car, showering it with glare. Where you going? Where? Stop, just a moment! Let them see the mighty splendor of the mountain element, the heavenly bowels, the sunshine. But the train enters a tunnel long into human life. For a minute, the screen is black, only the wheels knock and knock, knocking out the rhythm of the heart of the world. And at the end of the tunnel there is light, otherwise why be born without hope? Even if it's the end of the road.
Peleshyan is silent. What, what, what - decide for yourself. He's not the kind of person who wastes his words. His silence is gold. And the sounds of noise, the faces of people, the movements of the world are more eloquent than the highest words. In seven minutes of film space, he puts in a lot more than can be told. Light and darkness, life and death, beginning and end, whole path, whole world, eternity.