“2001: A Space Odyssey'' is not about a goal but about a quest, a need. It does not hook its effects on specific plot points, nor does it ask us to identify with Dave Bowman or any other character. It says to us: We became men when we learned to think. Our minds have given us the tools to understand where we live and who we are. Now it is time to move on to the next step, to know that we live not on a planet but among the stars, and that we are not flesh but intelligence.
It rained today. I listened to the falling rain from the comfort of my apartment. I finally made it all the way through 2001: A Space Odyssey, a film which I have tried to watched numerous times over the years but which I always fell asleep during sometime early on around the monolith part. What a beautiful film.
Last night, as I drifted off to sleep, I read from Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Collected Stories and read this:
The biblical dust of death. Perhaps then he will feel a slight nostalgia, the nostalgia of not begin a formal, anatomical corpse, but, rather, an imaginary, abstract corpse, assembled only in the hazy memory of his kin. He will know then that he will rise up the capillary vessels of an apple tree and awaken, bitten by the hunger of a child on some autumn day. (10)
Reread that last sentence. Do it again and again.