I rewatched Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey. This is a unique film in my life. I watched it perhaps a decade ago and felt a visceral dislike for it. It left me cold, almost shivering. Maybe it even frightened me—the black void of space, the icy voice of Hal, the violence of our origins. However, I see now that it touches mysteries I can't begin to put into language. Sometimes, a film evolves with us. Sometimes, we must evolve in order to finally be open to a film. I am not who I was a decade ago. Much has been lost, learned, and destroyed. The world has changed, but this film reminds me there are essential mysteries that are eternal.
My favorite scene is when they find the monolith on the moon. A cacophony of voices crescendos as the scene builds to an almost unbearable intensity. The astronaut reaches out to touch the monolith, but he doesn't know what he is touching. It's a moment when we reach the limits of our knowing. It brings me to tears, and I have no idea why.
I love crocheting little stitch samples. I have a binder where I put the samples. It's fun to learn new stitches! I spent some time today making samples for the moss stitch and the suzette stitch.
"Unicorn" by bel canto