From Bergman's Through a Glass Darkly:

l enter a large room. lt's bright and peaceful. People are moving back and forth. Some of them talk to me and l understand them. lt's so nice, and l feel safe. ln some of their faces there's a shining light. Everyone is waiting for him to come, but no one is anxious. They say that l can be there when it happens.

Sometimes l have this intense yearning. l long for that moment...  when the door will open ... and all the faces will turn to him.
Who is coming?
No one has said for certain. But l think it's God who will reveal himself to us. That it will be him coming into the room through that door.

A god steps down from the mountain. He walks through the dark forest. There are wild beasts everywhere in the silent darkness. lt must be real. l'm not dreaming. l'm telling the truth. Now l'm in one world, now in the other. l can't stop it.

You're empty but clever. Now you're trying to fill your void with Karin's extinction.

l'm powerless. l can only stand by and watch as she is transformed into a poor, tormented animal. Let me tell you something. When l was in Switzerland l decided to kill myself. l hired a car and found a cliff. l set out calmly. lt was afternoon. The valley was already in darkness. l was empty. No fear, no regrets, no expectations. l aimed the car at the cliff stepped on the gas ... and stalled, stopping dead.
The transmission went out, you see. The car slid on the gravel and came to a halt, front wheels over the edge. l crawled out of the car, trembling. l leaned against a rock across the road. l sat gasping for breath for hours.
Why are you telling me this?
To tell you l no longer have any pretence to keep up. The truth won't bring catastrophe. From the void within me something was born that l can't touch... Or name. A love. For Karin. And Minus. And you. One day l may tell you about it. l dare not do it now.

And then the room with the people waiting. Those good, bright-faced people waiting for the door to open ... for God to come to them. Then the voices start ... and l have to do as they say. l can't make sense of it all. ls it really just my illness? lt's so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.

One draws a magic circle around oneself to keep everything out that doesn't fit one's secret games. Each time life breaks through the circle, the games become puny and ridiculous. So one draws a new circle and builds new defences.

l know it won't be long now. lt's a great comfort to know that. But our waiting has been a time of joy.

Dearest Martin, l'm sorry l was so mean just now. Couldn't you kneel down next to me and put your hands together? You look so funny and conspicuous sitting there. l know you don't believe ... but for my sake, Martin. My love. My love.

But the god that came out was a spider. He came towards me ... and l saw his face. It was a terrible, stony face. He crawled up and tried to force himself into me, but l defended myself. The whole time l saw his eyes. They were cold and calm. When he couldn't penetrate me, he continued up my chest ... up onto my face and on up the wall. l have seen God.

Reality burst open ... and l tumbled out. lt's like in a dream. Anything can happen. Anything.
l know. l can't live in this new world.
Yes, you can, but you must have something to hold on to.
l can only give you a hint of my own hope. lt's knowing that love exists for real in the human world.
A special kind of love, l suppose?
All kinds, Minus. The highest and the lowest, the most absurd and the most sublime.
All kinds of love.
The longing for love?
Longing and denial. Trust and distrust.
So love is the proof?
l don't know if love is proof of God's existence, or if love is God himself.
For you, love and God are the same.
That thought helps me in my emptiness and my dirty despair.
Tell me more, Papa.
Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance and despair into life. lt's like a reprieve, Minus, from a death sentence.
Papa, if it is as you say, then Karin is surrounded by God, since we love her.
Yes.
Can that help her?
l believe so.