Ingmar Bergman RIP

I don't know what it is with elderstatesment of the humanities, my beacons into the life of the mind, taking their respective exits lately, but dear, dear Ingmar Bergman has died. He was a priest to me, a light amongst the darkness of my soul, a man who a bit too artfully (at times, by my taste, anyways) showed us things that we perhaps didn't want to know but would benefit from hearing. often times to watch his films is painful but worth it. I have a hard time grasping exactly what it is that I want to say, but perhaps, to be more respectful of his own esthetic, say nothing, silence...