12 Angry Men1957

What is a man... I’ve watched so many films with “the man” at its center, each one promises, in its own way, an encounter with “man.” But after so many faces, gestures, voices, and fates, the word itself has become hollow, What is a man? Through cinema,i found an endless repetition of men, broken, noble, absurd and cruel, yet none define it, it dissects it. Each film gives a fragment, but none complete the picture. Together, they draw the shape of a man, but never the man himself. Perhaps that’s what fascinates me, is the impossibility of summing up the human condition in one definition. To be a man is to remain incomplete. and as all the credits rolll, That moment when you sit there, lights blowing the room, you realize that the word man has dissolved into something larger, something that includes you, me, and all the faces flickering in the dark. Here is my answer: " " In this blank space lies everything we’ve built, destroyed, loved and dreamt, the absence of an answer becomes a form of truth, because it allows all truths to coexist. I don’t know. And perhaps, not knowing is closer to truth than any answer I could have found. still, i would like to say, We define ourselves not by what we know, but by the questions we dare to live with. Where you wanna be...