Lately it is art.

I am about to go see this 2 1/2 hour film in the theater called The Tree of Life for the sixth (!) time. It's hard to put exactly into words how it strangely settles me, the themes are so ominous, personal, universal, troubling, and also cathartic to see them play out so beautifully; essentially a family drama set against the cosmic backdrop of the creation of the universe and formation of all life. I feel grounded walking out of this film like no other I've ever experienced. I think a big part of it is there is no traditional story to be worried about, only sensations and poetic flow. I didn't know film could do this, this well. Malick is a genius. My cortisol subsides.