A samurai hangs from a branch over a cliff, dogs snapping below, and plucks a wild strawberry from the rock face mid-swing. He eats it. The scene captures finding sweetness in the face of death through perfect timing and focus.
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He comes to a precipice, looks down, he sees a pack of wild dogs. He jumps, and as he's falling, he sees a branch sticking out of this rockside. He grabs hold of it and he's swinging in the wind, the wild dogs behind trying to get to him. The pack of dogs below him are pulling apart a carcass of a poor animal. And as he's swinging in the fresh air, thinking what he's going to do, he spies a wild strawberry growing out of the side of the rock face. And he starts to swing towards it, and he's swinging almost pendulum-like, and he swings and he swings, and then he stretches, and when every sinew in his body is as taut as a violin string, he manages to grasp the strawberry between 2 fingers, plucks it, pops it in his mouth.