Saturday, 29 May 2021

The Golden Lamp varies in its ethical desirability with the intent of its users.

 



 Personality as Hierarchy — 

and Capacity for Transformation

 

  How, then, is the personality that balances respect for social institutions and, equally, creative transformation to be understood? It is not so easy to determine, given the complexity of the problem. 

 

For that reason, we turn to stories

 

Stories provide us with a broad template. They outline a pattern specific enough to be of tremendous value, if we can imitate it, but general enough (unlike a particular rule or set of rules) to apply even to new situations. 

 

In stories, we capture observations of the ideal personality. 

 

We tell tales about success and failure in adventure and romance

 

Across our narrative universes, success moves us forward to what is better, to the promised land; failure dooms us, and those who become entangled with us, to the abyss. 

 

The Good moves us upward and ahead, and Evil drags us backward and down. 

 

Great stories are about characters in action, and so they mirror the unconscious structures and processes that help us translate the intransigent world of facts into the sustainable, functional, reciprocal social world of values.*

 

  The properly embodied hierarchy of values — including the value of conservatism and its twin, creative transformation — finds its expression as a personality, in narrative — an ideal personality. Every hierarchy has something at its pinnacle. 

 

It is for this reason that a story, which is a description of the action of a personality, has A Hero (and even if that someone is The Antihero, it does not matter : The Antihero serves the function of identifying The Hero through contrast, as The Hero is what The Antihero is most decidedly not). 

 

The Hero is The Individual at The Peak, The Victor, The Champion, The Wit, The Eventually Successful and Deserving Underdog, The Speaker of Truth Under Perilous Circumstances, and more

 

The Stories We Create, Watch, Listen to, and Remember centre themselves on actions and attitudes we find interesting, compelling, and worthy of communication as a consequence of our personal experience with both admirable and detestable people (or fragments of their specific attitudes and actions), or because of our proclivity to share what has gripped our attention with those who surround us

 

Sometimes we can draw compelling narratives directly from our personal experience with individual people; sometimes we create amalgams of multiple personalities, often in concert with those who compose our social groups.

 

 

  I had seen this sort of development clearly in the case of two other clients, both characterized by intrinsically creative temperaments (very well hidden in one of the cases; more developed, nurtured, and obvious in the other). In addition, I had read accounts of clinical cases and personal development by Carl Jung, who noted that the production of increasingly ordered and complex geometrical figures—often circles within squares, or the reverse—regularly accompanied an increase in organization of the personality. 

 

 

This certainly seemed True not only of my client, as evidenced by his burgeoning expertise at photography and the development of his skill as a graphic artist, but also of the two others I had the pleasure of serving as a clinical therapist. 

 

What I observed repeatedly was, therefore, not only the reconstruction of the psyche as a consequence of further socialization (and the valuation of social institutions) but the parallel transformation of primarily interior processes, indicated by a marked increase in the capacity to perceive and to create what was elegant, beautiful, and socially valued. My clients had learned not only to submit properly to the sometimes arbitrary but still necessary demands of the social world, but to offer to that world something it would not have had access to had it not been for their private creative work.

 

  My granddaughter, Scarlett, also came to exhibit behaviors that were indicative of, if not her creative ability, then at least her appreciation for creative ability, in addition to her socialization as an agent of socially valued pointing. 

 

When people discuss A Story — presented as a movie, or a play, or a book — they commonly attempt to come to a sophisticated consensus about its point (sophisticated because a group of people can generally offer more viewpoints than a single individual; consensus because the discussion usually continues until some broad agreement is reached as to the topic at hand). 

 

Now, the idea that A Story is a form of communication and entertainment — is one of those facts that appears self-evident upon first consideration, but that becomes more mysterious the longer it is pondered. 

 

If it is True that A Story has A Point, then it is clear that it is pointing to something. 

 

But what, and how

 

What constitutes pointing is obvious when it is an action specifying a particular thing, or a person by a particular person, but much less obvious when it is something typifying the cumulative behavior, shall we say, of a character in A Story.

 

  The actions and attitudes of J. K. Rowling’s heroes and heroines once again provide popular examples of precisely this process

 

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger are typified in large part by the willingness and ability to follow rules (indicating their expertise as apprentices) and, simultaneously, to break them

 

While those who supervise them are inclined, equally, to reward both apparently paradoxical forms of behavior. 

 

Even the technologies used by the young wizards during their apprenticeship are characterized by this duality. 

 

The Marauder’s Map, for example (which provides its bearer with an accurate representation of explored territory in the form of the physical layout or geography of Hogwarts, the wizarding school, as well as the locale of all its living denizens), can be activated as a functional tool only by uttering a set of words that seem to indicate the very opposite of moral behavior: “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” and deactivated, so that its function remains secret, with the phrase “Mischief managed.”

 

  It is no easy matter to understand how an artifact that requires such statements to make it usable could possibly be anything but “no good” — a tool of evil purpose, apparently

 

But, like the fact that Harry and his friends regularly but carefully break rules, and are equally regularly and carefully rewarded for doing so, the Marauder’s Map varies in its ethical desirability with the intent of its users

 

There is a strong implication throughout the series that what is good cannot be simply encapsulated by mindless or rigid rule following, no matter how disciplined that following, or how vital the rules so followed. What this all means is that the Harry Potter series does not point to drone-like subservience to social order as the highest of moral virtues. 

 

What supersedes that obedience is not so obvious that it can be easily articulated, but it is something like “Follow rules except when doing so undermines the purpose of those selfsame rules—in which case take the risk of acting in a manner contrary to what has been agreed upon as moral.” 

 

This is a lesson that seems more easily taught by representations of the behaviors that embody it than transmitted by, say, rote learning or a variant rule. Meta-rules (which might be regarded as rules about rules, rather than rules themselves) are not necessarily communicated in the same manner as simple rules themselves.

 

  Scarlett, with her emphasis on pointing, learned soon after mastering the comparatively straightforward physical act, to grasp the more complex point of narratives. She could signify something with her index finger at the age of a year and a half. By two and a half years, however, she could understand and imitate the far more intricate point of A Story.

 

For a period of approximately six months, at the latter age, she would insist, when asked, that she was Pocahontas, rather than Ellie (the name preferred by her father) or Scarlett (preferred by her mother). This was a staggering act of sophisticated thought, as far as I was concerned. She had been given a Pocahontas doll, which became one of her favorite toys, along with a baby doll (also very well loved), who she named after her grandmother, my wife, Tammy.

 

When she played with the infant doll, Ellie was the mother.

 

With Pocahontas, however, the situation differed. That doll was not a baby, and Ellie was not its mother. My granddaughter regarded herself, instead, as the grown Pocahontas — mimicking the doll, which was fashioned like a young woman, as well as the character who served as the lead in the Disney movie of the same name, which she had raptly observed on two separate occasions.

 

  The Disney Pocahontas bore marked similarities to the main protagonists of the Harry Potter series. She finds herself promised by her father to Kocoum, a brave warrior who embodies, in all seriousness, the virtues of his tribe, but whose behavior and attitudes are too rule bound for the more expansive personality of his bride-to-be. 

 

Pocahontas falls in love, instead, with John Smith, captain of a ship from Europe and representative of that which falls outside of known territory but is (potentially) of great value. 

 

Paradoxically, Pocahontas is pursuing a higher moral order in rejecting Kocoum for Smith — breaking a profoundly important rule (value what is most valued in the current culture’s hierarchy of rules) — very much in the same manner as the primary Potter characters. 

 

That is the moral of both narratives : Follow The Rules until you are capable of being a shining exemplar of what they represent, but break them when those very rules now constitute the most dire impediment to the embodiment of their central virtues. 

 

And Elizabeth Scarlett, not yet three years of age, had the intrinsic wisdom to see this as the point of what she was watching (the Disney movie) and using as a role-playing aid (the doll Pocahontas). Her perspicacity in this regard bordered on the unfathomable.

 

  The same set of ideas — respect for the rules, except when following those rules means disregarding or ignoring or remaining blind to an even higher moral principle — is represented with stunning power in two different Gospel narratives (which serve, regardless of your opinion about them, as central traditional or classical stories portraying A Personality for the purposes of evoking imitation).

 

In the first, Christ is presented, even as a child, as a master of the Jewish tradition. This makes him fully informed as to the value of the past, and portrays him as characterized by the respect typical, say, of the genuine conservative.

 

According to the account in Luke 2:42–52,* Jesus’s family journeyed to Jerusalem every year at the Jewish holiday of Passover:

 

  And when he was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast.

 

  And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it.

 

  But they, supposing him to have been in the company, went a day’s journey; and they sought him among their kinsfolk and acquaintance.

 

  And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him.

 

  And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions.

 

  And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers.

 

  And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.

 

  And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business?

 

  And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.

 

  And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart.

 

  And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.

 

  A paradox emerges, however, as the entirety of the Gospel accounts are considered—one closely associated with the tension between respect for tradition and the necessity for creative transformation. 

 

Despite the evidence of His thorough and even precocious understanding and appreciation of the rules, the adult Christ repeatedly and scandalously violates the Sabbath traditions — at least from the standpoint of the traditionalists in His community, and much to His own peril. 

 

He leads His disciples through a cornfield, for example, plucking and eating the grains (Luke 6:1). 

 

He justifies this to the Pharisees who object by referring to an account of King David acting in a similar manner, feeding his people when necessity demanded it on bread that was reserved for the priests (Luke 6:4). 

 

Christ tells his interlocutors quite remarkably “that the Son of man is Lord also of the sabbath” (Luke 6:5).

 

  An ancient document known as the Codex Bezae,* a noncanonical variant of part of the New Testament, offers an interpolation just after the section of the Gospel of Luke presented above, shedding profound light on the same issue. 

 

It offers deeper insight into the complex and paradoxical relationship between respect for the rules and creative moral action that is necessary and desirable, despite manifesting itself in apparent opposition to those rules. 

 

It contains an account of Christ addressing someone who, like Him, has broken a sacred rule: 

 

On that same day, observing one working on the Sabbath, [Jesus] said to him O Man, if indeed thou knowest what thou doest, thou art blest; but if thou knowest not, thou art accursed, and a transgressor of the Law.12

 

  What does this statement mean? It sums up the meaning of Rule I perfectly. If you understand the rules — their necessity, their sacredness, the chaos they keep at bay, how they unite the communities that follow them, the price paid for their establishment, and the danger of breaking them—but you are willing to fully shoulder the responsibility of making an exception, because you see that as serving a higher good (and if you are a person with sufficient character to manage that distinction), then you have served the spirit, rather than the mere law, and that is an elevated moral act. 

 

But if you refuse to realize the importance of the rules you are violating and act out of self-centered convenience, then you are appropriately and inevitably damned. The carelessness you exhibit with regard to your own tradition will undo you and perhaps those around you fully and painfully across time.

 

  This is in keeping with other sentiments and acts of Christ described in the Gospels. 

 

Matthew 12:11 states: 

 

And he said unto them, What man shall there be among you, that shall have one sheep, and if it fall into a pit on the Sabbath day, will he not lay hold on it, and lift it out?” 

 

Luke chapter 6 describes Him healing a man with a withered hand on another Sabbath, stating 

 

It is lawful on the Sabbath days to do good, or to do evil? to save life, or destroy it?” (Luke 6:9). 

 

This psychologically and conceptually painful juxtaposition of two moral stances (the keeping of the Sabbath versus the injunction to do good) is something else that constantly enrages the Pharisees, and is part of the series of events that eventually leads to Christ’s arrest and Crucifixion. These stories portray the existential dilemma that eternally characterizes human life: it is necessary to conform, to be disciplined, and to follow the rules—to do humbly what others do; but it is also necessary to use judgment, vision, and the truth that guides conscience to tell what is right, when the rules suggest otherwise. It is the ability to manage this combination that truly characterizes the fully developed personality: The True Hero.

 

  A certain amount of arbitrary rule-ness must be tolerated—or welcomed, depending on your point of view—to keep the world and its inhabitants together. A certain amount of creativity and rebellion must be tolerated—or welcomed, depending on your point of view—to maintain the process of regeneration. Every rule was once a creative act, breaking other rules. Every creative act, genuine in its creativity, is likely to transform itself, with time, into a useful rule. It is the living interaction between social institutions and creative achievement that keeps the world balanced on the narrow line between too much order and too much chaos. This is a terrible conundrum, a true existential burden. We must support and value the past, and we need to do that with an attitude of gratitude and respect. At the same time, however, we must keep our eyes open—we, the visionary living—and repair the ancient mechanisms that stabilize and support us when they falter. Thus, we need to bear the paradox that is involved in simultaneously respecting the walls that keep us safe and allowing in enough of what is new and changing so that our institutions remain alive and healthy. The very world depends for its stability and its dynamism on the subsuming of all our endeavors under the perfection — the sacredness—of that dual ability.

 

  Do not carelessly denigrate social institutions or creative achievement.

 

We Meant it for The Best.... To Make People Safer.

 
This Boat is My Home --
You All are Guests on it.
That Don't Include You 
'less I Conjure it Does.




An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :

I'm sorry
"If your quarry goes to ground, 
leave no ground to go to.

You should have taken My Offer. 
Or did you think 
none of this was 
your fault

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
I don't murder children

An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :
I• do -- If I have to.

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
Why
Do you even know 
why they sent you? 

An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :
It's not My Place to ask

I Believe in 
Something Greater Than Myself. 

A Better World. 
A World without Sin

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
So Me and Mine gotta lay down and die 
so you can Live in Your ‘Better World’? 

An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :
I'm not going to live there. 

There's no place for me there, 
any more than there is for you.

Malcolm — 
I'm a MONSTER
What I Do is EVIL

I have no illusions about it, 
but it Must Be Done

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
Keep Talking
You're not getting a location trace 
off this wave. 

An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :

And every minute you keep 
River Tam from me, 

MORE people will DIE

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
You think I care? 

An Operative of 
The Parliamentary Alliance :

Of course you care. 

You're not a Reaver, Mal. 

You're A Human Man 
and you will never understand how... 


Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
Get these bodies together. 

We got time for grave digging? 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
Zoe, You and Simon rope them together. 
Five or six. 

I want them laid out 
on the nose of Our Ship. 

Zoe Washburne :
Are you insane
I won't desecrate these bodies.
 
Simon Tam :
I don't understand. 
What do you mean, the bodies... 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
I want you to muck up the reactor core. 
Just enough to leave a trail and make it read like we're flying without containment, 
not enough to fry us. 

Kaylee :
These people are Our Friends

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
Kaylee -- you got a day's work to do 
and two hours to do it. 

Jayne, you and Wash hoist up 
The Cannon Mount. Goes right on top. 
Piece or two of the other ship, stick it on. 

Any place you can tear hull 
without inner breach, do that, too. 


We're gonna need paint
We're gonna need red paint. 

Sir... 
Do you really mean to turn Our Home into an abomination so that we can make a suicidal attempt at passing through Reaver Space? 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
I mean to Live. 
I mean for Us to Live. 
The Alliance won't have that, 
so We go where They don't follow. 


God's balls, there ain't no way 
we're going out there. 


Mal, think about what you're asking. 

...those Reavers'll eat us alive... 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :
This is How it Is. 
Anybody doesn't wanna fly with me anymore... 
This is your Port of Harbour. 

There's a lot of fine ways to die. 
I ain't waiting for the Alliance to choose mine. 

I mean to confound these bungers. 
Take my shot at getting to Miranda. 
Maybe find something I can use 
to get clear of this. 

So I hear a word out of any of you 
that ain't helping me out 
or taking your leave, 
I will shoot you down. 

Get to Work





Capt. Malcolm Reynolds :

This report is maybe twelve years old. Parliament buried it, 

and it stayed buried 'til River dug it up. 

This is what they feared she knew. 


And they were right to fear, 

'cause there's a whole universe of folk 

who are gonna know it too. 


They're gonna see it. 


Somebody has to 

Speak for These People.


Y'all got on This Boat 

for different reasons, 

but y'all are come to 

The Same Place. 


So now I'm asking more of you 

than I have before. Maybe all


'Cause as sure as I know anything 

I know this


They Will Try Again


Maybe on Another World, 

maybe on this very ground, swept clean. 


A year from now, ten, 

They'll swing back to The Belief that They can make people... better


And I do not hold to that.


So no more running. 

I aim to misbehave.

Wednesday, 26 May 2021

He takes so much looking after.



Jubal Early: 
All right, that's all the hide-and-seek I got time for. I know you're on this ship, little girl, so here's how this goes. 
You show yourself, we finish this exchange, 
or your brother's brains will be flying every which-a-way. 
You understand, I'm sort of on the clock here. It's frustrating.

River: You're wrong, Early.

Jubal Early: 
I'm not wrong, dumpling, 
I will shoot your brother dead if you don't...

River: 
Wrong about River. River's not on The Ship. 
They didn't want her here, 
but she couldn't make herself to leave. 
So she melted. Melted away. 
They didn't know she could do that, but she did.

Jubal Early: I'm not sure I take your meaning there.
River: I'm not on the ship. I'm in the ship. I am the ship.

Simon: River...
River: 
River's gone.
Jubal Early: Then who exactly are we talking to?
River: You're talking to "Serenity." And Early, "Serenity" is very unhappy.



River Tam: 
Permission to come aboard?

Mal: 
You know, you ain't quite right.

River Tam: It's the popular theory.

Mal: Go on, get in there. Give your brother a thrashing for messing up your plan.
River Tam: He takes so much looking after...



Jubal Early: I only hurt people because they keep getting in the way of me finding you. Tell her.
Simon: What am I? Your advocate?
Jubal Early: You are starting now.
Simon: He's really very... gentle... and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
[River laughs] 
Jubal Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.



River: 
You're not welcome here anymore, Early.

Do you think I'm gonna
leave here empty-handed?

I know it.

Yeah, well, you know me real well.

Wish I didn't.
You like to hurt folk.

It's part of the job.

It's why you took the job.
Power. Control. Pain.

Your Mother knew.
Sadness in her when she waved good-bye.
She's relieved.
Saw Darkness in you.

You're not well.

You'll be wanting to shut up now.

Big golden retriever sitting on the lawn.
Never took to you, smelling you.
The neighbor's pet.

You did things to him.
Cleaned up after.

Shined and polished.
Everything in here gleams.

Well, I'll be a son of a whore.
You're not in my gorram mind.
You're on my gorram ship!

[ Laughing ]

It's very interesting,
all these buttons.

Okay! We're not
touching those, okay?

- How the hell did she get on my ship?
- Put the gun away.

Okay. I'm putting it away.

No, he's not.

I'm putting it away
because we're all reasonable people.

Don't want to be
doing anything rash...

fiddling with any dials.

You're not right, Early.

You're not righteous.
You've got issues.

No. Or yes.

I could have that.
You might have me figured out then.

Good job.
I'm not a hundred percent.

- You talk too much.
- I'm flawed in that way. I sometimes go on.

- It's been said--
- It's okay, Early.

- I'm going with you.
- River, what are you--

Don't belong.
Dangerous like you.

Can't be controlled.

Can't be trusted.

Everyone could just go on without me
and not just have to worry.

People could be
what they wanted to be...

could be with
the people they wanted.

Could live simple.

No secrets.

No.
I'll be fine.

I'll be your bounty, Jubal Early...

and I'll just fade away.

Well, finally something
goes according to--

Simon?

[ Screams ]

See? That's what it feels like.

Just hang tight, darlin'.
Early's on the move.

I know they ordered you to shun me when I left.

“Remember, Shoot The Man, not The Horse — 
Dead Horse is cover; 
Live Horse is a great pile of Panic.”



Mal
Well, I just, I... didn't want you thinking that I was taking advantage of your friend.

Inara Serra
She's well worth taking advantage of. 
I sincerely hope you did.

Mal
So you're okay. 
Well, yeah, 
why-why wouldn't you be...

Inara Serra
….I wouldn't say I'm entirely okay. 
I'm a little appalled at her taste.



Inara Serra
I learned something from Nandi, 
not just from What Happened, 
but from her

The Family she made, 
the strength of her love for them, 
it's what kept them together. 

When you live with that kind of Strength, 
you get tied to it. 

You can't break away, 
and you never want to. 

There's something - there's something I should've done a long while ago. 
And I'm sorry, for both of us, that it took me this long. 

I'm leaving.


Petaline
Ranse, This is Jonah. 
Say hi to Your Daddy, Jonah.

[takes a gun from Mal and shoots Ranse point-blank in the forehead] 

Petaline
Say Goodbye to Your Daddy, Jonah.

....and when you can't do that, well, yeah — you know the rest...




You know, it's funny.
 We went to The War 
never looking to come back, 
but it's The Real World 
I couldn't survive. 

You two carried me through That War, 
and now I need you to carry me 
just a little bit further, if you can. 

Tell my folks I wanted to do right by them, 
and that I'm at Peace and all. 

When you can't run anymore, you crawl. 
And when you can't do that, well... 
Yeah, you know the rest.




Good Work, Cap’n.








Simon
You're in a dangerous line of work, Jayne. 

Odds are you'll be under my knife again, often. 

So I want you to understand one thing very clearly :
 No matter what you do or say or plot, no matter how you come down on us, 
I will never, ever harm you. 
You're on this table, you're safe... 
'cause I'm Your Medic. 

And however little we may like or trust each other, 
we're on the same crew. 

Got the same troubles, 
same enemies, 
and more than enough of both. 

Now, we could circle each other 
and growl, sleep with one eye open, 
but that thought wearies me. 

I don't care what you've done, 
I don't know what you're planning on doing, but I'm trusting you. 

I think you should do the same. 
'Cause I don't see this working any other way.

[exits] 

River
Also, I can kill you with My Brain.

Hold Him over The Volcano’s Edge


At the beginning of the Ian Fleming novel,
You Only Live Twice 
James Bond’s wife Tracy has been murdered
The Book follows his “rebirth”, 
when he is given a reputedly 
impossible” mission.

This haikai no renga poem appears in Chapter 11 :

You only live Twice:
Once when you are Born
And once when you 
look Death in The Face.



Niska
[sing-songie
Mr. Reynolds...

[moans

Niska
You died, Mr. Reynolds.

Mal
Seemed like the thing to do.

Niska
When you die, 
I can't hurt you any more. 
And I want two days at least, minimum.




Book
Did you ever read the works of Shan Yu?

Simon
Shan Yu the psychotic dictator?

Sadistic crap legitimized by florid prose. 
Tell me you're not a fan.

Book
Yep. Fancied himself quite The Warrior Poet. 
Wrote volumes on War, Torture, 
The Limits of Human Endurance.

Simon
That's nice.



Jayne Cobb
I'm smellin' a lotta 'if' comin' off this plan.

Zoë Washburne
You could'a stayed in your bunk.

Jayne Cobb
Could'a, should'a, would'a.

[cocks rifle


Simon
Did you do anything today?

River Tam
Played with Kaylee. 
The Sun came out, and I walked on my feet 
and heard with my ears. 

I hate the bits, the bits that stay down and I work, 
I f-function like I'm A Girl. 
I hate it because I know it'll go away! 

The Sun grows Dark 
and Chaos has come again. 

It's... fluids

What am I?

Simon
You are My Beautiful Sister.

River Tam
I-I threw up on Your Bed.

Simon
Yep. Definitely My Sister.

Make Something Up. Don’t Tell ‘em What I Did.




Mal
You called The Feds.

Jayne
What? I got pinched!

Mal
Which is What HAPPENS 
when you CALL The FEDS.

Jayne
No, I would never do that, my hand to God, 
may he strike me down as I'm standing here.

Mal
Well, you won't be standing there long.

Jayne
What are you taking this so personal for? 
It ain't like I ratted YOU 
out to The Feds!

Mal:
Oh, but you DID
You turn on ANY of my crew, 
you turn on ME! 

But since that's a concept 
you can't seem to 
wrap your head around 
then you got no place here! 

You did it to me, Jayne, 
and that's a fact.

You Did it to ME.




We’ll Be Here.



Mal
Take Your People and Go.

Captain
You would've done the same.

Mal
We can already see I haven't
Now get the hell off My Ship.



Inara
Mal...

Mal
You fly smart, don't push too hard, 
shuttle Life Support should last you a good long while.

Inara
Mal, this isn't The Ancient Sea. 
You don't have to Go Down with Your Ship.

Mal
She ain't going Down. 
She ain't going anywhere.




Just keep walkin’, preacher-man.



Shepherd Book
River, you don't fix The Bible.

River
It's broken. It doesn't make sense.

Shepherd Book
It's not about making sense. 
It's about believing in something, 
and letting that belief 
be Real enough to 
change your life. 

It's about Faith. 
You don't fix Faith, River. 
It fixes you.




Jayne
Don't make no sense. 
Wh-Why the hell'd that mudder have to go an do that for, Mal? 
Jumpin' in front a' that shotgun blast. 

Hell, there weren't a one of 'em understood 
what happened out there. 

They're probably stickin' 
that statue right back up.

Mal
Most like.

Jayne
I don't know why that eats at me so.

Mal
It's my estimation that every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another. 

Ain't about you, Jayne. 
It's about what they need.

Jayne
Don't make no sense.

See, I married me a POWERFUL ugly creature.





"I would appreciate it if someone on this boat would not assume that I'm an evil lecherous hundan [bastard]." - Mal.