This quotation came up in class tonight. It’s one of my favourites. Swap out the word “art” for “yoga” and you’ve got something. I see them as being the same anyway.
Let’s say I’m in a room with Bergman or Kurosawa, and they have achieved this [greatness], but ultimately they’re going to the same place I’m going to. You understand that art doesn’t save you. It doesn’t save me. So then I think to myself, What’s the value? After, Kurosawa sits back and says, “Yes, Rashomon—I did a very fine job there,” what happens? He still has to come home, you know, and eat his bowl of rice, and down the line they bury him.