The Tree of Life is about the paradox at the heart of suffering and how our egos are stripped away by both nature's indifference and her magnificence. Do we experience the world as cold or as sublime? Can we hold the tension of our sorrow embedded in such beauty and wonder? Suffering is not the whole story.
Boundedness and immeasurability. We live our lives pressed against these two realities. We are stone: the grace of this leaf, this branch, this tree, and the immeasurable grief and heaviness we feel when someone we love dies. We are star: woven into a story so grand we can only hold only the tiniest fragment of it in our imaginations, and the unbearable beauty of the world.
What is the meaning behind the great losses of our daily lives? Where do they fit within the grandness of the universe? Like the Book of Job, there are no linear answers we can recite that would offer consolation. The beauty of lectio divina, and the film, is that we are invited to ponder the mysteries more deeply.