And, oh, when the hour - glass has
run out, the hourglass
of time, when the noise
of worldliness
is silenced, and the restless or the ineffectual busyness comes to an end, when everything
is still about thee as it
is in eternity — whether thou
wast man or woman, rich or poor, dependent or independent, fortunate or unfortunate, whether thou didst bear the splendor
of the crown in a lofty station, or didst bear only the
labor and heat
of the day in an inconspicuous lot; whether thy name shall
be remembered as long as the world stands (and so
was remembered as long as the world stood), or without a name thou didst cohere as nameless with the countless multitude; whether the glory which surrounded thee surpassed all human description, or the judgment passed upon thee
was the most severe and dishonoring human judgement can pass — eternity asks
of thee and
of every individual among these million millions only one question, whether thou hast lived in despair or not, whether thou
wast in despair in such a way that thou didst not know thou
wast in despair, or in such a way that thou didst hiddenly carry this sickness in thine inward parts as thy gnawing secret, carry it under thy heart as the fruit
of a sinful
love, or in such a way that thou, a horror to others, didst rave in despair.
A newish horror film that
's exclusively on Netflix, Perkins
's labor of love runs heavily against today
's trends: It
's defiantly ungory and the kind
of quiet movie that you need to lean into to appreciate.