So, I know that it is fiction, but the ending of Contact brings nearly brings me to tears. Not because it is sad, nor is it happy. It is...numinous. It fills me with awe, and I have a hard time breathing. Look at the universe. Look at the rules and the perfection and tell me that it does not bring to you a sense of...something beyond yourself.
I may have more later. I kinda want to write a review for
bookish so I will x-post it if I do.