I think I finally get the analogy of the Holy Spirit in the movie (what was it's title?)... The Holy Spirit wasn't any particular brother, but was the bond of love existing between them. Each brother in his own way risked everything for the other one. Even if they were momentarily angry with the other guy, when the chips were down, they still really cared.

Maybe because I have western eyes/outlook, I didn't think it was so great that the youngest brother had all the emphasis- the whole family backed him and protected him, and everyone was suck in a particular role. Of course, that was a survival technique that probably went with the territory of having limited resources. I have never been in such a difficult situation, where only one person could possibly succeed, so they had to be backed at the expense of the rest of the family. It's a very communal way to view success. So I was very distracted by the unjustice...just like, in the old days, if only one child could get educated, it probably would be the boy- even if the girl was really smart.

I think I have gotten past that to see that the Holy Spirit was the glue that held them together, and each brother gave meaning to the other.