There’s something I wanted to share with you. We’re all so desperate for meaning, aren’t we? All of us. You too, Mary, even if you think you’re not. You want answers, and in that way, I think the aliens are gonna disappoint you. Here’s the stone truth of it: They’re still asking the same questions we are. No one is God here. We’re all in the same boat.
My mother always talked to me a lot about the sky. She liked to watch the clouds in the day and the stars at night…especially the stars. We would play a game sometimes, a game called „What’s Beyond the Sky?“ We would imagine darkness or a blinding light or something else that we didn’t know how to name. But of course, that was just a game. There’s nothing beyond the sky. The sky just is, and it goes on and on, and we play all of our games beneath it.
The end of one journey is always the beginning of another. Change is painful, and always comes with a cost. It hurts to bear those costs, but we can’t allow that to sway us. Tomorrow is a mystery; the only thing we can do is face it with resolve. We move forward, always forward and into what’s next. We make a choice, we act on that choice, and all that’s left is to live in hope.
from „The 4400“
I don’t know what will happen next. I don’t know what I’m going to be, what I’m going to learn, but what I do know is this—life, all life, is about asking questions, not about knowing answers. It is wanting to see what’s over the next hill that keeps us all going. We have to keep asking questions, wanting to understand. Even when we know we’ll never find the answers, we have to keep on asking the questions.
Numbers are constant. Until they’re not. Our inability to influence outcome is the great equalizer, Makes the world fair. Computers generate random numbers in an attempt to glean meaning out of probability. Endless numerical sequences, lacking any pattern. During cataclysmic global events, – tsunami, earthquake, the attacks on 9/11-, these random numbers suddenly stop being random. As our collective consciousness synchronizes, so do the numbers. Science can’t explain the phenomenon but religion does. It’s called prayer. A collective request, sent up in unison. A shared hope. Numbers are constant, until they’re not.
People talk a lot as if the most important thing in life is to always see things for what they really are. But everything we do, every plan we make is kind of a lie. We’re closing our eyes and pretending the day won’t ever come when we won’t need to make any more plans. Hope is the biggest lie there is, and it is the best. You have to keep going as if it all mattered, or else we wouldn’t keep going at all.
Where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that’s not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope. Never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand. Touch our hearts. And share the pain of trying.
from „Heroes“ S01E23
Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach. They say that man uses only a tenth of his brain power. Another percent, and we might actually be worthy of God’s image. Unless, of course, that day has already arrived. The Human Genome Project has discovered that tiny variations in man’s genetic code are taking place at increasingly rapid rates. Teleportation, levitation, tissue regeneration. Is this outside the realm of possibility? Or is man entering a new gateway to evolution? Is he finally standing at the threshold to true human potential?
„Ja, siehst du, mein Junge, die Liebe ist eine gewaltige Macht! “ – „Größer als die Schwerkraft?“ – „Oh ja, auf ihre Art schon. Ich möchte sagen, sie ist die größte Macht auf Erden.“
(Die Hexe und der Zauberer)
Wenn man den Kopf ein wenig senkt,
Sieht man, dass da kein Netz ist, das einen Sturz auffängt.
Erfüllt von Scham und Eitelkeit
Wiegen wir uns Tag für Tag in falscher Sicherheit.
Der Tod findet einfach nicht statt,
So, als ob man ihn niemals unter uns gesehen hat.
Wir leben dämlich, fett und froh;
Gestorben wird nicht hier, man stirbt nur anderswo.