“I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
The HAL-9000 computer might have been speaking directly to me after the first time I watched this film, refusing to explain its bizarre, and probably unknowable ending.
I was just a teen then, using my ’80s VCR to mainline thousand of film images directly into my cerebral cortex.
When I went back, years later, and re-watched 2001, I didn’t necessarily understand it any more than the first time around, but I did let my brain fly free, and just basked in the trippiness.
Not everything needs an explanation. Some things just are.