Who do you worship?
If not who, then what?
Are you one with nature ?
Do you feel mother earths sweet embrace?
Or do you fail to feel the interconnectedness of everything around you?
Watch patiently as the atmosphere around you changes color, the air becomes cold, or warm; and man reaches the end of his life, while child is born at that same very moment. It can be missed within the blink of an eye, or the entire universe can be felt against your cheek with the passing breeze.
I know what I worship:
Any film that looks like this.
(Tarkovsky would be proud)