There are certain stories that stick with you after you hear them or see them or read them. They stay inside of you and coat your insides and even if you don’t always think of them, they are still there, lingering.
It’s hard to know exactly why certain stories do that. You can have endless discussions about social myths and archetypes, about the traditions of thousands of years and what our cultures need to survive and pass down information, but sometimes that’s just a load of crap. I think they stay with us because they have goodness in them. Goodness and beauty that resonates with something inside of us that we can’t quite grasp but that we know exists and is bigger and better than anything we have ever known before.
I watched The Green Mile all the way through for the first time today and it is one of those stories. It is strange and unbelievable and it will stick with me because it makes you think about what true justice is, and what hope and truth and goodnes are too.