The strip of film as a physical medium is as inaccessible to us whilst watching it on the screen as the afterlife is to us who continue on in a corporeal way.
“After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good
Of weaving cloth of words? Were jewelled tales
An opiate meet to quell the malady
Of life unlived? In untried monotone
Were not the earth as vain, and dry, and old,
For thee, O Perfect Light, had I not sought thee?”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”