"Chasing infinity... I Shall Wear Midnight... Worry at things like a bone and realise its your own leg you're gnawing. Your thoughts are like..."
And there her text ended, for such is the timing. We'd been talking about time and money and the traps we fall into, about the state of the world in its fullness of agony and the things we have to witness through media - the blood and gore and pain - and what, if anything, would turn the tide of debauchery encased in duty, in pandering to perceived needs, in facing the fight against whatever it is we want, in where to draw the lines to a point where we can cope with the consequences. We agonised, we thrilled with the wave of freedom in knowing that whatever we do, little quantum units that we are, contributes to the greater freedom that the world so wants but dare not face, for timing is everything and here I sit....
A new addition to the scenery, never there before - I wrote 'ever' by mistake as if someone was proving a point but I HAD to correct it to make sense - but I didn't correct that one - and so it goes on, the mistakes ad infinitum to the lesson, and which is which, how in life we can be presented with so many choices and pick so often the track that leads straight back to our own leg, to the pain we inflict on ourselves because we can, often through pain inflicted on others.
For those who seek it, Stargate is an everlasting truth. Drawn to watch thrice in quick succession the entire consecutive series from 10 seasons of footage, I now know why. Everything you wanted to know about universal connections is somewhere in there. Unsurpassed even by the X-Files in longevity, Stargate SG1 is going to be a cult epidemic any time soon, because that's what it was made for, even though in the true spirit of uncertainty the makers could not know what they had created.
Apophis, you brought many truths to light and I love you for them all. Thank you so much. There has to be a very good reason why the Dark insists on gems being discovered.
Shifu - 2001