I've gotten to this point, in trying to come to terms with Stanley Kubrick's 2001, which perplexed me so much back in those early #Caltech days that I watched the movie numerous times, though never while resorting to LSD-25 or anything like that.
Now the movie seems almost comfortable, comprehensible, simply because I decided that the monolith stood for Mystery™. My Hellenic dabblings gave me a different sense of mystery and thus I could finally slot 2001 somewhere in my head where it was no longer a worry.
And what do you know...once I got to that point, then Stanley Kubrick himself (who had once taken up far too much of my time and energy) no longer seemed so strange.
Perhaps it's good to regard the unknown as nothing more than that, unknown. Not everything has to make sense.
~Chara of Pnictogen

