self,
Brother Martin.
Arguing with the devil
never does any of us any good.
He has had years
of practice.
He knows all the weak spots.
Im sorry about today.
Im not here to scold you, Martin.
Im too full of sin
to be a priest.
You know, in two years
Ive never heard you confess
anything remotely interesting.
I live in terror of judgment.
And you think
self-hatred will save you?
Have you ever dared
네 마음을 지키라
생명의 근원이 이에서 남이니라
잠언 4장 23절
내 마음의 벽
Wall of my Heart 김선경
폭풍우의 공세/ 신포도
self-talk
자신에게 거짓 메시지를 말하는 것.
01
내 마음의 벽
Wall of my Heart 김선경
02
거짓 선지자
정부
폭풍우의 공세/ 신포도
동료
부모
교육자
대중 매체
교회,
지도자들
마음
self in a mirror. He brings an electric shaver
across his chin, shuts it off, wipes his face with a towel.
INT. VAN ORTON MANSION, MASTER BEDROOM -- MORNING
Nicholas crosses. The bedroom is spacious, devoid of
clutter. A weight-machine in a far corner. A big T.V.
shows CNN with no sound.
At a bedside table, Nicholas picks up a heavy, gold ROLEX,
sliding it on, checking the time. 6:32.
INT. VAN OR
at his nemesis. A slow hatred begins
to build. We PRESS IN on Tommy, HEARING his horrid memories:
His sister screams, NO, TOMMY, NO while 10-year-old Tommy
kills Jason, repeating, "DIE, DIE!"
??
TIGHT ON TOMMY
??
As he listens, his eyes well up with a violent rage.
??
WIDER
??
Tommy looks around vengefully. Seeing an old fence a few
yards away, he heads for it. Hawes is confused by his
actions
We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable, Western-accented voice - Sam Elliots, perhaps:
VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he