Sentences with phrase «perfectly human story»

The constant danger under which every kind of piety in the world stands — that of becoming an end in itself and thereby a kind of heathenism — is classically depicted in this brief, imaginative, but perfectly human story of what took place one day in the Court of the Temple.

Not exact matches

And you say that the perfectly consistent inconsistencies are because different HUMANS are telling the story.

Israel answers the unresolved questions of the primeval story with a perfectly astounding affirmation: the problems of man's rebellion against God will be answered — and are in fact now being answered — by God's own initiative and action in human history in and through Abraham and the nation Israel — in whom all the families of the earth must ultimately be blessed.

T2 will doubtless always be the cinematic franchise at its peak, simply because it blends everything so well — Cameron directs with verve, intensity & emotion; his cast balance drama, comedy & feeling perfectly; the script avoids cheese or schmaltz to touch on deeper themes & be remarkably human & the narrative expands the story logically and satisfyingly outwards.

Perfectly portraying women as a gender to be reckoned with, the story presents us with a Wonder Woman (played by Gal Gadot) who leaves her safe mythological environment behind and enters a world of human chaos and war, where her rescuing abilities and good heart are sorely needed.

As Johannes Neur perfectly captured in her blog post for the NY Public Library, «literature has the power to instantiate universal human truths through stories told around the globe, across gender lines, and from varying religious perspectives.»

The power and depth of ancient legend created a strong and multi-layered tapestry in which to weave the threads of my story, and the Fates» responsibilities — creating life, determining destiny, and ending life — represent human transitions perfectly.

Following the story of Adam Jensen it portrays a dark world where humans have developed augmentation technology that allows them to replace perfectly healthy limbs with superior mechanical ones.

The details come from Perfectly Nintendo... - game takes place 20 years after Wizard's Harmony - a world of swords and magic, where adventurers can be found aplenty as the result of the development of said swords and magic (instead of science)- led to sudden emergence of a business centered around those very adventurers - protagonist, named Alto, is a Conductor: name given to ruins tour guides, a profession that was born from «adventurers bubble» - story takes places in the city of Kazan, where traces of the magical King of Guranka can be found - mysterious Kingdom was completely destroyed overnight, 1000 years ago - main characters: Alto Traverse (Conductor, Human, voiced by Kengo Kawanishi): a young Conductor who guides adventurers in dangerous ruins.

Now, despite all of story - enhancing collectibles, perfectly balanced puzzles, and fast combat, I have to tell you that once Lara's taken a human life for the first time, it's like she has to finish the whole bag of chips.

The soundtrack was released by Silva Screen Records to widespread critical acclaim; «Zur's music for Reclaim perfectly captures the human drama of the film's story in powerful and deeply emotional fashion.»

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,