From its violently tumbling beginning to its symphonic pirouetting at the end, this film is belabouring a point. Time destroys all things.

The change in love.
A decision in retrospect.
For our universe to exist in time as we understand it, it must become more random: nothing lasts forever, every thing is destroyed.

However, Alex proclaims that she isn’t a thing. Life exists outside the realm of things. Especially life that has the ability to create new life (for example a pregnant woman).

Alex is destroyed by humanity, by our evils somehow coalesced.

Alex claims that she makes all the decisions, and this is how it should be with respect to sex and the possible generation of life, the most wondrous “thing”, within her body. This is why rape is so abhorrent, the polar opposite of the most wondrous thing.