Difficult to imagine a more perfect depiction of what in Zen jargon is called « shikantaza » (bearing witness to the whole of life) than the final scene of a film just seen at the Cinémathèque, Fellini’s marvelous « 8 1/2 »: Everything and everyone, hand in hand, joins a circus circle dance of life, all is/are included in the circle, the good, the bad, the ugly and beautiful, confusion, desire, love, fantasy, each in its perfect place, as the band strikes up a happy/sad tune and the lights come on as darkness falls and then there is darkness as the lights fade away…