"Be Mindful of The LIVING Force, my young padawan."
"This guy's walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out.
A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, 'Hey you. Can you help me out?' The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, 'Father, I'm down in this hole can you help me out?' The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
Then a friend walks by, 'Hey, Joe, it's me can you help me out?'
And the friend jumps in the hole.
Our guy says,
"Are you stupid!? Now we're both down here.'
The friend says,
'Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out.'"
Nyota Uhura:
At that volcano, you didn't give a thought to Us.
What it would do to me if you died, Spock.
You didn't feel anything.
You didn't care.
And I'm not the only one who's upset with you.
The Captain is, too.
James T. Kirk:
No, no, no.
Don't drag me into this.
She is right, though.
Spock:
Your suggestion that I do not care about dying is incorrect.
A sentient being's optimal chance at maximizing their utility is a long and prosperous life.
Nyota Uhura:
Great.
James T. Kirk:
Not exactly a love song, Spock.
Spock:
You misunderstand.
It is true I chose not to feel anything upon realizing my own life was ending.
As Admiral Pike was dying, I joined with his consciousness and experienced what he felt at the moment of his passing.
Anger. Confusion.
Loneliness. Fear.
I had experiences those feelings before, multiplied exponentially on the day my planet was destroyed.
Such a feeling is something I choose never to experience again.
Nyota, you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring.
Well, I assure you, the truth is precisely the opposite.
James T. Kirk:
I'm scared, Spock... help me not to be... how do you choose not to feel?
Spock:
I do not know.
Right now, I am failing.
James T. Kirk:
I wanted you to know why I couldn't let you die... why I went back for you...
Spock:
Because you are my friend.
"By far the thing which I like most about 'Time' is that it's not real -
The Past exists only in Memories, whist The Future of infinite possibilities, exists only in our Imagination.
 |
| Truth is Truth - Though never so bold. And Time cannot make false That-Which-Was-Once-True |
If our watches were truly accurate, the only thing that they would ever say, is
"NOW"
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| It's Not About YOU. |
So, this guy's walking around, hopping from rock to rock, being carried along the various molten lava streams, deep inside the crater of an active volcano, when he falls sees his chance to leap across onto a rocky outcrop that leads to a steep path up the walls of the crater and ultimately to escape and safety.
Only, he badly misjudged his leap and despite achieving a successful touchdown on the rocky outcrop, he does so only after brutally suffering the complete loss and amputation of both of his legs below the knee, as well as the complete removal of his one, remaining "good" arm, burned away to a cinder by boiling magma splash complications. And the walls are so steep and high he can't get out -Certainly not without a full team of Sherpas from Nepal,a broad selection in the choice of maps, and an Indian Spirit-Guide.
A male nurse/natural remedies herbalist and wholesale brand rep passes by and the guy shouts up, "Hey you. Can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, recommends a short supple,entry course of therapeutic gastrointestinal purging, staring with series of back-to-back warm hot salt water enemas for openers, waits for the patients final personal cheque transaction to clear, and moves on.
Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, 'Father, I'm down in this hole can you help me out?' The priest writes out a prayer for mercy and intercession, combined with a more-than ordinarily generous and self-starting series of innvocations intended to provide the opening volley of ancient and powerful counter-curses as a prelude to a full rite of exorcism and spiritual cleansing and self healing workshop exercises, sanctifies entones in Latin the various, different benedictions of his blessing, concludes the completed operation of gestures, chants and waves of every kind down into the hole, genuflects, and continues on by resuming his journey, as originally intended.
He's actually wreathed in ravenous tongues of burning flame at this stage, actually ON FIRE, as his mutilated body gradually slips further and further down the steep, sloping sides of the vast molten firepit, when his best friend walks by,
'Hey, Master Obi-Wan, it's me, your Brother Jedi and studiously maverick Padawan learner apprentice - it's perhaps possible I may have made some humongously bad and stupid choices because I was afraid for the future and welfare of my family and felt this was the only way I could go to act, if I was to guarantee their safety and protect our future happiness together - now though, I'm a quadruple amputee, trapped inside an active volcano, being slowly burnt - can you help me out?"
And his Old Friend jumps straight into the maw of the eruption crater hole, and lands only a few yards lower down the shale slope of the hell-hole slag pit and immediately begins his own process of physical combustion, smouldering initially only to begin with and for the first few searing, scorching seconds, at least up until the point where the liquification and just thereafter, the flash-ignition point specific for the subcutaneous bodily fats is achieved, after which, The Long Lost Friend to Our guy just goes up like a Roman candle doused in gasoline by that point.
Our guy screams,
'Are you stupid? Now we're both trapped inside this volcano, and likewise, we are both currently on fire."
His Long-Lost Friend says, 'Yeah, but someone kicked me down here before, and I still know the way out.'"
It's about redirecting...
And actually caring about the welfare of your opponent...
...so you have to care about yourself.
You have to believe your life is precious, that ALL Life is precious...
...you have to redirect those thoughts, the history that tells you otherwise.
What we've done, we've done.
We evade it by moving forward with a code to NEVER do it again.
...to still accept what we were.
And in doing that, protect yourself...
"Only a Master of Evil, D'aath...!!"
"Hey, you know what -
Screw You, White-Hat!!
You wanna know something "Evil" - Leaving your BEST FRIEND, who is in PAIN, has just made a series of HORRIBLE (to your thinking) mistakes, to DIE, ALONE, inside a FREAKIN' VOLCANO, on FIRE!!!
And lecturing him on evil and betrayal, watching him burn whilst WEARING A BLANKET.!!
You don't get to Judge me."
I'm entitled to my Anger.
WESLEY
I thought Delothrian's Arrow was used to protect "good" magicks.
WILLOW
It is.
WESLEY
So, how can you use it to break the jar?
The Muo-Ping is a sacred object. It's holy.
WILLOW
It's glass, therefore crunchable.
The sacred's what's inside.
"All life a container..."
WESLEY
"...For the heart of all life."
You've studied the Daharim.
WILLOW
It had to be something specific. There's lots of jars in the world—can't shatter them all.
I mean, you could, but good things come in jars -
Peanut butter, jelly, those two-headed fetal pigs at the natural history museum.
(Wes doesn't respond)
Come on, everybody loves fetal pigs.
WESLEY
(leans forward)
Sorry. I think my sense of humor's trapped in a jar somewhere.
WILLOW
Does seem like you've given in to The Grumpy side of The Force.
WESLEY
A lot's happened. Not just Angelus.
I've been—I've changed.
I've seen a Darkness in myself.
I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand—
WILLOW
I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy The World.
WESLEY
Oh. So...
(stands, doesn't make eye-contact)
WILLOW
Darkness. Been there.
WESLEY
Yeah.
Well, I never flayed... (seems sickened)
I had a woman chained in a closet.
WILLOW
Hey.
WESLEY
That doesn't compare.
WILLOW
No, Dark.
That's Dark.
You've been to a place.
