The greatest of all movies without interesting humans turns forty today. Just shows there’s a place in the world for awe, as well as comedy, love, terror, and so on. Reminds me of a fascinating passage from the late Arthur C. Clarke’s first great novel, The City and the Stars. From Chapter Thirteen:
Throughout the earlier part of its history, the human race had brought forth an endless succession of prophets, seers, messiahs, and evangelists who convinced themselves and their followers that to them alone were the secrets of the universe revealed. Some of them succeeded in establishing religions which survived for many generations and influenced billions of men; others were forgotten even before their deaths.
The rise of science, which with monotonous regularity refuted the cosmologies of the prophets and produced miracles which they could never match, eventually destroyed all these faiths. It did not destroy the awe, nor the reverence and humility, which all intelligent beings felt as they contemplated the stupendous universe in which they found themselves.