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What do you think about this quote of Frederick Copleston ( priest, philosopher, historian of philosophy)

"It seemed to me that if Christ was truly the Son of God and if he founded a Church to teach all nations in His name, it must be a Church teaching with authority, as her Master did. Obviously one might deny that Christ was the Son of God, and one might reject the claim that he founded a Church. But if these two claims were accepted, it seemed to me that in spite of all its faults the Roman Catholic Church was the only one which could reasonably be thought to have developed out of what Christ established."

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u/ArthurBurbridge — 1 day ago
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Man climbs a mountain to die there alone

Contemporary film where a man travels alone meeting different people
He meets a man on a motorcycle who acts as a traveling merchant but he sells words and poetic phrases
There is an Asian woman who sold him a horse and she discovered his goal is to die
The scene I remember the most; near the campfire he cuts his nails with a knife

Not sure but I think the title was one word and similar to a female name.
Not sure again but I think between 2000-2020

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u/ArthurBurbridge — 20 days ago
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Why is the character pulled back? Is it some kind of technical glitch? [War and Peace 1967 ]

I don't there is any other surreal scene in the whole movie.

This scene in Book 2, Chapter 19:
"He did not now run with the feeling of doubt and conflict with which he had trodden the Enns bridge, but with the feeling of a hare fleeing from the hounds. One single sentiment, that of fear for his young and happy life, possessed his whole being. Rapidly leaping the furrows, he fled across the field with the impetuosity he used to show at catchplay, now and then turning his good-natured, pale, young face to look back. A shudder of terror went through him: “No, better not look,” he thought, but having reached the bushes he glanced round once more. The French had fallen behind, and just as he looked round the first man changed his run to a walk and, turning, shouted something loudly to a comrade farther back. Rostóv paused. “No, there’s some mistake,” thought he. “They can’t have wanted to kill me.” But at the same time, his left arm felt as heavy as if a seventy-pound weight were tied to it. He could run no more. The Frenchman also stopped and took aim. Rostóv closed his eyes and stooped down. One bullet and then another whistled past him. He mustered his last remaining strength, took hold of his left hand with his right, and reached the bushes. Behind these were some Russian sharpshooters."

u/ArthurBurbridge — 21 days ago