Looking for some truth...

La vérité n'est pas faite pour consoler comme une tartine de confitures qu'on donne aux enfants qui pleurent. Il faut la rechercher, voilà tout, et écarter de soi ce qui n'est pas elle. --Gustave Flaubert

I switched over to Herzog for the weekend. I really like it. It's so funny, as when he says he has to be Herzog, there was no one else to do the job, or 'unless you are utterly exploded, there is always something to be grateful for.' It's also sad, this attempt to grasp truth and pin down the meaning of life, once and for all. It's as if he's trying to hold all the ideas of philosophy and life and death in the palm of his hands, a futile effort, as it runs like water through them, but a valiant effort nonetheless.