It's the fear of what comes after the doing which makes the doing hard to do.

I just finished watching Angels in America, which is a play by Tony Kushner, turned into a TV miniseries. Principally, it's about homosexuality. AIDS. Painting a bitter-ironic picture of America of the 80ies. The Reagan era, political corruption. However, that's far from being everything – there is so much more in this movie: Imagination. Limitation. Relationships. Love. Religion. Valium-Hallucinations. Angels, of course... Weird. Ingenious. Deeply fascinating.

Nothing's lost forever. In this world there is a kind of... painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind and dreaming ahead.

...and did you happen to know heaven is just like San Francisco? Including earthquakes, and everything?

Roy Cohn (mistaking Belize for the Angel of Death): Let me ask you something, Sir.
Belize: "Sir"?
Roy Cohn: What's it like? After?
Belize: After...?
Roy Cohn: This misery ends?
Belize: Hell or heaven?
(Roy indicates "Heaven")
Belize: Like San Francisco.
Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit.
[...]

It's about six hours, but every minute worth to watch.