Nothing's Really Left or Lost Without a Trace - Nothing's Gone Forever Only Out of Place
KAYDEL KO CONNIX:
Our distress signal's been received at multiple points, but no response.
LARMA D'ACY:
They've heard us, but no one's coming.
LEIA:
We fought till the end.
But the galaxy has lost all its Hope.
The spark is out.
Luke.
I know what you're gonna say - I changed my hair.
LUKE:
It's nice that way.
Leia, I'm sorry.
LEIA:
I know. I know you are.
I'm just glad you're here.
At The End.
LUKE:
I came to face him, Leia.
And I can't save him.
LEIA:
I held out Hope for so long -
But I know my son is gone.
LUKE:
No one's ever really gone.
C-3PO:
Master Luke.
POE:
It's Kylo Ren. Luke's facing him alone.
FINN:
Well, we should help him. Let's go.
POE:
No, wait. Wait.
KYLO REN:
Did you come back to say you forgive me?
To save my soul?
LUKE:
No.
POE:
He's doing this for a reason.
He's stalling so we can escape.
FINN:
Escape? He's one man against an army. He's not, actually – He's One Man against Less than one man : One Man, One ManBoyChild's Monomaniacal Nihilistic Obsession and Luke intends to give CryLow exactly what he wants.....
We have to help him, we have to fight.
POE:
No, no. We are The Spark that'll light The Fire that will burn the First Order down.
Skywalker's doing this so we can survive.
There's gotta be a way out of this mine.
Hell, how did he get in here?
Wrong Question (as it turns out) Completely irrelevant and immaterial (See What I Did, There?) Because Luke's apparition of the image of THE LEGENDARY LUKE SKYWALKER, Jedi Master inside the fence, behind the barricades of the redoubt did not require there to be any means of gaining physical entrance through the worked-out and abandoned caverns of the mine - There wasn't one until Poe began believing that there must somehow be one, somewhere (and so led the Rebel survivors in an earnest and determined search effort to find it) and in working through from The Other End of The Problem, Please Call Me Rey acted on her earnest belief that her endangered friends, who were trapped and backed into a corner, looking for a way out, would succeed, would make it to the back door, at the . conclusion of their passage under The Mountain
C-3PO:
Sir, it is possible that a natural unmapped opening exists.
But this facility is such a maze of endless tunnels that the odds of finding an exit are 15,428....
POE:
Shh. Shush. Hush.
Shush up. Shut up!
C-3PO:
...to one.
POE:
Listen.
C-3PO:
My audio sensors no longer detect the....
POE:
Exactly.
FINN:
Where'd the crystal critters go?
ANY MAN WHO WOULD BE A KNIGHT AND FOLLOW A KING -
POE:
Follow me.
LEIA:
What are you looking at me for? Follow him.
THE LEGENDARY LUKE SKYWALKER, Jedi Master :
I failed you, Ben. I'm sorry.
KYLO REN:
I'm sure you are! The Resistance is Dead.
The War is over. And when I kill you, I will have killed The Last Jedi.
THE LEGENDARY LUKE SKYWALKER,
Jedi Master :
Amazing. Every word of what you just said was wrong.
The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning.
And I will not be the last Jedi.
KYLO REN:
I'll destroy her, and you, and all of it.
THE LEGENDARY LUKE SKYWALKER,
Jedi Master :
No - Strike Me Down in Anger
and
I'll always be with you.
Just like Your Father.
KYLO REN:
No.
THE LEGENDARY LUKE SKYWALKER,
Jedi Master:
See you around, kid.
KYLO REN:
No!
Do you ever lie Awake at night Just between the dark And the morning light Searching for the things You used to know Looking for the place Where the lost things go Do you ever dream Or reminisce Wondering where to find What you truly miss Well maybe all those things That you love so Are waiting in the place Where the lost things go Memories you've shed Gone for good you feared They're all around you still Though they've disappeared Nothing's really left Or lost without a trace Nothing's gone forever Only out of place So maybe now the dish And my best spoon Are playing hide and seek Just behind the moon Waiting there until It's time to show Spring is like that now Far beneath the snow Hiding in the place Where the lost things go Time to close your eyes So sleep can come around For when you dream you'll find All that's lost is found Maybe on the moon Or maybe somewhere new Maybe all you're missing lives inside of you So when you need her touch And loving gaze Gone but not forgotten Is the perfect phrase Smiling from a star That she makes glow Trust she's always there Watching as you grow Find her in the place Where the lost things go
"...that idea of The Far-Off Man, way, way out there, but
What does The Hermit tell us...?
Romana has broken The Cardinal Rule of Gallifrey.
She has become involved, and in a pretty permanent sort of way.
The lonelier you are, the more you're joined together witheverything else. "
(They sit on a small stone bench.)
DOCTOR:
Have you seen the state of the time column recently?
Wheezing like a grampus.
ADRIC:
But it will get us to Gallifrey, won't it?
DOCTOR: Gallifrey? Oh yes, yes.
Are you really set on going to Gallifrey?
ADRIC:
Yes.
DOCTOR: Oh.
ADRIC: That is where we're going, isn't it?
DOCTOR:
That's one of the questions I was just pondering.
There's bound to be an awful lot of fuss about Romana.
Why she stayed in E-space, official investigations, that sort of thing.
ADRIC:
The Time Lords won't approve?
DOCTOR:
What? She has broken The Cardinal Rule of Gallifrey.
She has become involved, and in a pretty permanent sort of way.
I think that you and I should let a few oceans flow under a few bridges before we head back home.
"...that idea of The Far-Off Man, way, way out there, but
What does The Hermit tell us...? If you try this get as lonely as you can get, you become visibly aware which you can't get away from it, because when you get very lonely very fast you become extremely thin and everything that goes on is or now ordinarily unnoticed cum spiritum
First of all, you will find that there is a Community of Insects. And they are tremendously interested in You, and not necessarily hostile, in maybe some cases they are so.
But alone in The Forest, when you get really quiet, you'll notice little creatures will come and inspect you look you all over an they'll go away and tell their friends and they'll come and look to see what it is and you become aware of every single sound and you realize that alone you're in the midst of a vastburning crowd
- itmay not be human but it's everything else -
sothat the the point of being, The Discipline leads you to understand that
You can't Resign
The lonelier you are, the more you're joined together witheverything else. "
" Look at it - from another point of view, supposing I say everybody's playing the game Me First - now, I'm going to play the game You First, to use the phrase of Bonhoeffer who called Jesus The Man for Others - now, let's see if we could play that game instead of
Me First,
You First
Or,
"I'm the one see who's so generous I'm the one who's so loving so self-effacing and all you insolent brats ...."
Cut to the halls. Buffy and Cordelia are walking.
Cordelia:
So, how much the creepy is it that this Marcie's been at this
for months?
Spying on us? Learning our most guarded secrets?
So, are you
saying she's invisible because she's so unpopular?
Buffy:
That about sums it up.
Cordelia: (exhales)
Bummer for her. It's awful to feel that lonely.
Buffy:
Hmm. So you've read something about the feeling?
Cordelia: (stops Buffy)
Hey! You think I'm never lonely because I'm so cute and popular?
I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone.
It's not like any of them really know me.
I don't even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone.
Sometimes when I talk, everyone's so busy agreeing with me, they don't hear a word
I say.
Buffy:
Well, if you feel so alone, then why do you work so hard at being popular?
Cordelia:
Well, it beats being alone all by yourself.
She continues down the hall. After considering that for a moment Buffy
quickly follows.
Zarathustra went down the mountain alone, no one meeting him.
When he entered the forest, however, there suddenly stood before him an old man, who had left his holy cot to seek roots.
And thus spake the old man to Zarathustra: “No stranger to me is this wanderer: many years ago passed he by. Zarathustra he was called; but he hath altered. Then thou carriedst thine ashes into the mountains: wilt thou now carry thy fire into the valleys? Fearest thou not the incendiary’s doom? Yea, I recognise Zarathustra. Pure is his eye, and no loathing lurketh about his mouth. Goeth he not along like a dancer? Altered is Zarathustra; a child hath Zarathustra become; an awakened one is Zarathustra: what wilt thou do in the land of the sleepers? As in the sea hast thou lived in solitude, and it hath borne thee up. Alas, wilt thou now go ashore? Alas, wilt thou again drag thy body thyself?”
Zarathustra answered: “I love mankind.”
“Why,” said the saint, “did I go into the forest and the desert? Was it not because I loved men far too well? Now I love God: men, I do not love. Man is a thing too imperfect for me. Love to man would be fatal to me.”
Zarathustra answered: “What spake I of love! I am bringing gifts unto men.”
“Give them nothing,” said the saint. “Take rather part of their load, and carry it along with them—that will be most agreeable unto them: if only it be agreeable unto thee! If, however, thou wilt give unto them, give them no more than an alms, and let them also beg for it!”
“No,” replied Zarathustra, “I give no alms. I am not poor enough for that.”
The saint laughed at Zarathustra, and spake thus: “Then see to it that they accept thy treasures! They are distrustful of anchorites, and do not believe that we come with gifts. The fall of our footsteps ringeth too hollow through their streets. And just as at night, when they are in bed and hear a man abroad long before sunrise, so they ask themselves concerning us: Where goeth the thief? Go not to men, but stay in the forest! Go rather to the animals! Why not be like me—a bear amongst bears, a bird amongst birds?”
“And what doeth the saint in the forest?” asked Zarathustra.
The saint answered: “I make hymns and sing them; and in making hymns I laugh and weep and mumble: thus do I praise God. With singing, weeping, laughing, and mumbling do I praise the God who is my God. But what dost thou bring us as a gift?”
When Zarathustra had heard these words, he bowed to the saint and said: “What should I have to give thee! Let me rather hurry hence lest I take aught away from thee!”
—And thus they parted from one another, the old man and Zarathustra, laughing like schoolboys.
When Zarathustra was alone, however, he said to his heart: “Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that GOD IS DEAD!”
You can't resign — it's physically and ontologically not-possible.
The lonelier you are, the more you're joined together with
everything else. "
"...that idea of The Far-Off Man, way, way out there, but what does The Hermit tell us...? If you try this get as lonely as you can get, you become visibly aware which you can't get away from it, because when you get very lonely very fast you become extremely thin and everything that goes on is or now ordinarily unnoticed cum spiritum
First of all, you will find that there is a Community of Insects. And they are tremendously interested in You, and not necessarily hostile, in maybe some cases they are so.
But alone in The Forest, when you get really quiet, you'll notice little creatures will come and inspect you look you all over an they'll go away and tell their friends and they'll come and look to see what it is and you become aware of every single sound and you realize that alone you're in the midst of a vastburning crowd
- itmay not be human but it's everything else -
sothat the the point of being, The Discipline leads you to understand that
You can't Resign
The lonelier you are, the more you're joined together witheverything else. "
" Look at it - from another point of view, supposing I say everybody's playing the game Me First - now, I'm going to play the game You First, to use the phrase of Bonhoeffer who called Jesus The Man for Others - now, let's see if we could play that game instead of Me First,
You First
Or,
"I'm the one see who's so generous I'm the one who's so loving so self-effacing and all you insolent brats ...."
- Alan Watts
" This controversial play follows the declining fortunes of a man of extravagant contradictions.
The fabulously rich Timon believes all his friends to be as open-hearted and generous as himself. When his wealth suddenly evaporates, however, he discovers the truth and his altruism turns to a bitter hatred of mankind. Stirred up by the cynical Apemantus, Timon retreats to the woods where he plots the destruction of Athens, the city that had formerly seemed to embody everything pleasurable and civilized. The cosmic scope of his hatred is communicated in a series of powerful and disturbing dramatic tableaux.
The Curse :
SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.
Enter TIMON
TIMON
Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,And minister in their steads! to general filthsConvert o' the instant, green virginity,Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;Rather than render back, out with your knives,And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,Decline to your confounding contraries,And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,Your potent and infectious fevers heapOn Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,Cripple our senators, that their limbs may haltAs lamely as their manners. Lust and libertyCreep in the minds and marrows of our youth,That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their cropBe general leprosy! Breath infect breath,at their society, as their friendship, maymerely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,But nakedness, thou detestable town!Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!Timon will to the woods; where he shall findThe unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--The Athenians both within and out that wall!And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may growTo the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.
Exit
Colonel: (Graham Chapman) Now, I've noticed a tendency for this program to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two sketches I did got very silly indeed. And that last one about the beds was even sillier. Now, nobody likes a good laugh more than I do, except perhaps my wife and some of her friends. Oh yes, and Captain Johnson. Come to think of it, most people like a good laugh more than I do, but that's beside the point. Now, let's have a good, clean, healthy outdoor sketch. Get some air into your lungs. Ten, nine, eight and all that...
(Cut to two hermits on a hillside.)
Colonel: Ahhh yes, that's better. Now let's hope this doesn't get silly.
First Hermit: (Michael Palin) Hello, are you a hermit by any chance?
Second Hermit: (Eric Idle) Yes that's right. Are you a hermit?
First Hermit: Yes, I certainly am.
Second Hermit: Well I never. What are you getting away from?
First Hermit: Oh you know, the usual - people, chat, gossip, you know.
Second Hermit: Oh I certainly do, it was the same with me. I mean there comes a time when you realize there's no good frittering your life away in idleness and trivial chit-chat. Where's your cave?
First Hermit: Oh, up the goat track, first on the left.
Second Hermit: Oh they're very nice up there, aren't they?
First Hermit: Yes they are, I've got a beauty.
Second Hermit: A bit drafty though, aren't they?
First Hermit: No, we've had ours insulated.
Second Hermit: Oh yes?
First Hermit: Yes, I used birds nests, moss and oak leaves round the outside.
Second Hermit: Oh, sounds marvellous.
First Hermit: Oh it's a treat, it really is, 'cause otherwise those stone caves can be so grim.
Second Hermit: Yes they really can be, can't they? They really can.
First Hermit: Oh yes.
(Third hermit passes by.)
Third Hermit: Morning Frank.
Second Hermit: Morning Norman. Talking of moss, er you know Mr. Robinson?
First Hermit: With the, er, green loin cloth?
Second Hermit: Er no, that's Mr. Seagrave. Mr. Robinson's the hermit who lodges with Mr. Seagrave.
First Hermit: Oh I see, yes.
Second Hermit: Yes well he's put me onto wattles.
First Hermit: Really?
Second Hermit: Yes. Swears by them. Yes.
(Fourth hermit passes)
Fourth Hermit: Morning Frank.
Second Hermit: Morning Lionel. Well he says that moss tends to fall off the cave walls during cold weather. You know you might get a really bad spell and half the moss drops off the cave wall, leaving you cold.
First Hermit: Oh well, Mr. Robinson's cave's never been exactly nirvana has it?
Second Hermit: Well, quite, that's what I mean. Anyway, Mr. Rogers, he's the, er, hermit...
First Hermit: ... on the end.
Second Hermit: . .. up at the top, yes. Well he tried wattles and he came out in a rash.
First Hemit: Really?
Second Hermit: Yes, and there's me with half a wall wattled, I mean what'll I do?
First Hermit: Well why don't you try birds nests like I've done? Or else, dead bracken.
Fifth Hermit: (calling from a distance) Frank!
Second Hermit: Yes Han?
Fifth Hermit: Can I borrow your goat?
Second Hermit: Er, yes that'll be all right. Oh leave me a pint for breakfast will you? (to first hermit) You see, you know that is the trouble with living half way up a cliff, you feel so cut off. You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening.
First Hermit: Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.
Second Hermit: Oh yes, I wouldn't go back to public relations.
First Hemit: Oh well, bye for now Frank, must toddle.
Colonel: Right, you two hermits, stop that sketch. I think it's silly.
Second Hermit: What?
Colonel: It's silly.
Second Hermit What do you mean, you can't stop it - it's on film.
Colonel: That doesn't make any difference to the viewer at home, does it? Come on, get out. Out. Come on out, all of you. Get off, go on, all of you. Go on, move, move. Go on, get out. Come on, get out, move, move.
(He shoos them and the film crew off the hillside.)
I've
Resigned.
I Will Not Be Pushed,
Stamped,
Filed,
Indexed,
Briefed,
De-Briefed,
OR
NUMBERED!!
My Life is My Own.
[ Oh, No it Isn't, Chum.... ]
Zarathustra went down the mountain alone, no one meeting him.
When he entered the forest, however, there suddenly stood before him an old man, who had left his holy cot to seek roots.
And thus spake the old man to Zarathustra: “No stranger to me is this wanderer: many years ago passed he by. Zarathustra he was called; but he hath altered. Then thou carriedst thine ashes into the mountains: wilt thou now carry thy fire into the valleys? Fearest thou not the incendiary’s doom? Yea, I recognise Zarathustra. Pure is his eye, and no loathing lurketh about his mouth. Goeth he not along like a dancer? Altered is Zarathustra; a child hath Zarathustra become; an awakened one is Zarathustra: what wilt thou do in the land of the sleepers? As in the sea hast thou lived in solitude, and it hath borne thee up. Alas, wilt thou now go ashore? Alas, wilt thou again drag thy body thyself?”
Zarathustra answered: “I love mankind.”
“Why,” said the saint, “did I go into the forest and the desert? Was it not because I loved men far too well? Now I love God: men, I do not love. Man is a thing too imperfect for me. Love to man would be fatal to me.”
Zarathustra answered: “What spake I of love! I am bringing gifts unto men.”
“Give them nothing,” said the saint. “Take rather part of their load, and carry it along with them—that will be most agreeable unto them: if only it be agreeable unto thee! If, however, thou wilt give unto them, give them no more than an alms, and let them also beg for it!”
“No,” replied Zarathustra, “I give no alms. I am not poor enough for that.”
The saint laughed at Zarathustra, and spake thus: “Then see to it that they accept thy treasures! They are distrustful of anchorites, and do not believe that we come with gifts. The fall of our footsteps ringeth too hollow through their streets. And just as at night, when they are in bed and hear a man abroad long before sunrise, so they ask themselves concerning us: Where goeth the thief? Go not to men, but stay in the forest! Go rather to the animals! Why not be like me—a bear amongst bears, a bird amongst birds?”
“And what doeth the saint in the forest?” asked Zarathustra.
The saint answered: “I make hymns and sing them; and in making hymns I laugh and weep and mumble: thus do I praise God. With singing, weeping, laughing, and mumbling do I praise the God who is my God. But what dost thou bring us as a gift?”
When Zarathustra had heard these words, he bowed to the saint and said: “What should I have to give thee! Let me rather hurry hence lest I take aught away from thee!”
—And thus they parted from one another, the old man and Zarathustra, laughing like schoolboys.
When Zarathustra was alone, however, he said to his heart: “Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that GOD IS DEAD!”
" I'll always be with You.
