The Endless History Sometimes it seems that life has lost meaning, that a milestone has been passed and there is no need for anything, no words, no continuation. This is how the end usually comes, unless you are aware of the generational experience preserved in a thousand-year-old tradition that suddenly opened up to you. An ancient legend, a covenant, becoming a guiding star, a model and a goal, force to resist stormy waves, strengthening the will and spirit.
In this case, the Japanese reflect their moral and ethical development and historical and cultural wealth in their inherent meditative manner of interaction with their internal and external environment. From afar, the beginning of the line of times and the endless continuity of generations create the strength of this very unhurried story, where the main character listens to understand, and we have no choice but to listen with him, imbued with the power of an ancient ritual that came from ancestors along the steps of many centuries.
Attitude to such films is largely a matter of patience and perseverance. This requires calmness and concentration, immersion in the depths of semantic intonations, hidden in the shades of restrained relations between the student and the mentor, passing the road of confusion, along the paths of despair, filled with the power to continue and continue.
It is necessary to gain strength to accept this unflappable Asian concentration, to gather with patience, to watch, undiminished, as a boy grows into a man, as a child continues what should be no end.