Truly a contemplative masterpiece! Take the scene where the monk descends a darkened outer stairway: such is the glacial pace of the monk's descent, one's attention is drawn to the gentle swirl of minute flies caught in a ray of sunlight. They glint almost imperceptibly like specks of gold, creating a moment of everyday sublimity barely observed at everyday pace.
Equal parts cinema and embodied manifesto. Radical placidity as not just personal politic or even passive resistance but also triumphant subversion. An aesthetic and sensory challenge to utility and the narrow neglect of the whole. Presence as ethic; experience as something like art.