Segment I: Excuse
Truth is a funny thing. How much untruth is there in the world, and why is there so much. People fault followers of God for having sectors and denominations; honestly I am one of those people. But there is a part of me that understands it. Christ-followers, in general, have seen a basic truth that the rest of the world wants to ignore. The reason is simple: Truth is small, its hard, and its exact.
Lies and myths can be anything the human imagination can develop, but truth is unquantifiable narrow and simple. That is why there are so many factions, thoughts, ideas, and beliefs in the world, and why people deny that there is such a thing as truth. With so many possibilities, how can any one person be completely right, and therefore we all must be equally wrong and right?
Imagine the spectrum of all possible ideas or truths as a target. Only it’s a special target that is so big that it actually curls around a person. Two people shooting at this same target, trying to hit truth, can aim in exact opposite directions. The downside that this whole target isn’t truth. If it were, both marksmen would be equally accurate. No, truth is the smallest conceivable point in only one place on the target.
Christians, as I see it and believe, have a sight on that pinpoint of the target, that one tiny spot that is truth, ad they are all aiming for it. The problem is no one aims the same way or starts from the same place, and the target is now so small that no one can hit it. One group of people aim for truth and hit near it, but not on it exactly and the gather themselves up because they all have decided that theirs is the best way to hit truth, and call themselves Baptists. Another group aims differently and hits just to high, but not closer or farther away than the first and they call themselves Lutherans, and so on and so fourth.
Al these different factions of people seeing the same truth of scripture and are aiming for it as they should. They strive to hit the one and only real truth. But the thing is that while one group understands some of the truth, they also have some of it wrong. Again, truth is exact and specific, and if you are even the slightest bit off, its not truth anymore. We humans. We aren’t capable of ever getting exactly on the truth. One group of us may be closer than another, but does that make them right? No. By Gods grace we only need to see one truth, not even necessarily to understand it, in order to claim the prize.
The world can aim at whatever they want and call it truth, but one needs real truth to aim at, or the point of it becomes moot. That tiny spot on the target that is truth, yet it is so vast.
I’ve already stated that I think Christians are at least aiming the right direction. But sadly there are a great number who are just missing the mark. Sure they see what they are supposed to be hitting, but they just refuse to shoot for the hardest goal, and settle for “as near as I can get”.
Understanding real truth is almost unheard-of it seems sometimes. Undoubtedly, understanding of truth is a weapon and a tool that does not come to anyone who doesn’t try for it and even those who do try may never reach it. But once attained, even in part, it is powerful, but fickle.
I believe everyone has a specific role to play in the wonderful 4 dimensional chess game of time and history and the future. Everyone is given what he or she needs to play the part they are meant to play.
In a world that is broken and rotting for lack of solid, real truth, those who have the truth are in a position to do great and amazing things. But it is so much more than just a position to be filled. It is destiny. Those who have been given truth have it for a reason it is the weapon in their hand and the defense at their back in a battle against ideas and beliefs that are all backwards and bent.
If a person is given the truth, they cannot walk away from it, no matter how much they may want to. It is compelling, and deep and consuming, and any person given the truth doesnt not have the option of being stagnate, rather a responsibility and obligation to go forward with it. They cannot walk away and leave the untruth to stand. They have been given the most powerful weapon in the world, and they have no excuse.
Segment II: Serentiy
Bendis: We're gonna die.
Mal: We are not gonna die. You know why? Because we are so...very...pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die. Huh? Look at that chiseled jaw!
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Wash: (as Stegosaurus) Yes...yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it...this land.
Wash: (as Allosaur) I think we should call it...your grave!
Wash: (as Stegosaurus) Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Wash: (as Allosaur) Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh! Now DIE!
Wash: (as Stegosaurus) Oh no, God, oh dear God in heaven..
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Book: I brought you some supper, but.… if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin, and hellfire… one has lepers.
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Mal: [to Jayne] Now, you've only got to scare him.
Jayne: Pain is scary.
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Inara: I like watching the game. As with other situations, the key seems to be giving Jayne a heavy stick and standing back.
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Zoe: Planet's coming up a mite fast.
Wash: That's just 'cause- I'm going down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all.
[As the ship begins to shake, Mal calmly leaves.]
Mal: Well, [if] that happens, let me know.
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Mal: It would be humiliating, having to lie there while the better man refuses to spill your blood. Mercy is the mark of a great man.
[He lightly stabs Atherton.]
Mal: Guess I'm just a good man.
[He repeats the poking.]
Mal: Well, I'm all right.
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River: The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems.
Mal: See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with, long as she does it quiet-like.
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Jayne: "Dear Diary: Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. [flips page] Today we were kidnapped by hill folk, never to be seen again. It was the best day ever."
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Book: … you're going to burn in a very special level of Hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
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Kaylee: Everyone's got somebody. Wash, tell me I'm pretty.
Wash: Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion.
Kaylee: 'Cause I'm pretty?
Wash: 'Cause you're pretty.
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Wash: Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.
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Simon: My God. You're like a trained ape... without the training!
Segment III: Comic
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=320BAFE81584B804
Segment IV: Status
I have spoken before in my status of mediocrity, but just for all to be present in the pattern of thoughts, I will review in short: I’m really not good at anything. Passable at a lot of things, but I have no discernable talents or unique abilities. Jack of all trades master of none.
This being the case I have recently been wondering why. There are a lot of different situational circles in my life right now: two families, and different goings in within each, a job and interpersonal dynamics as well as a desire to not be there, SSI, both friends who I have begun new relationships with and lost old ones, as well as working at the office to prepare.
There are so many places in my life that I question the need for my participation. I suppose in ways its similar to the idea of “it’s a Wonderful Life”. I cannot see how my life has affected anyone in positive ways that they could not achieve on their own without me.
One ongoing situation that has only recently presented itself comes to mind in particular. I have been asked to be involved, but I see no logical benefit for my presence.
I hate not having any point to my life, but it seems to be an unavoidable status at this point
Segment V: Divide
http://antien-nathan.xanga.com/703085423/divide/
Segment VI: New
I remember black skies
And lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
As time began to burn
Like a startling sign
The feint had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the thoughts cross
The distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Ignite the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth and lies
Across this new divide

There is nothing inside
The memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

Segment VII: Stop