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Well, it's actually a bit off...

 

But in Star Trek: Generations, Picard says "Time is the Fire in which we burn"

the complete line is malcolm mcdowell (soren?) to picard: "they say time is the fire in which we burn"

 

didn't know it's from a poem - kewl...

 

they need to do the all porn star-trek - nothing but 7 of 9 doing the 69 w/ t'pol while dr. crusher looks on...yum!

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Oh, and by the way everybody, I'm a loser.

 

 

I'm a loser too!

 

When I was a kid I wanted Star Trek to come true more than ANYTHING. You see, I had this crush on this girl, and I figured that if I had a hollow-deck I could practice asking her out without making a total dick of myself......AND I could also practice kissing for the first time...... seriously the hottest kindergartner EVER....

 

Nothing seems to have changed though.

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Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day

 

 

Calmly we walk through this April's day,

Metropolitan poetry here and there,

In the park sit pauper and rentier,

The screaming children, the motor-car

Fugitive about us, running away,

Between the worker and the millionaire

Number provides all distances,

It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,

Many great dears are taken away,

What will become of you and me

(This is the school in which we learn...)

Besides the photo and the memory?

(...that time is the fire in which we burn.)

 

(This is the school in which we learn...)

What is the self amid this blaze?

What am I now that I was then

Which I shall suffer and act again,

The theodicy I wrote in my high school days

Restored all life from infancy,

The children shouting are bright as they run

(This is the school in which they learn . . .)

Ravished entirely in their passing play!

(...that time is the fire in which they burn.)

 

Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!

Where is my father and Eleanor?

Not where are they now, dead seven years,

But what they were then?

No more? No more?

From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,

Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume

Not where they are now (where are they now?)

But what they were then, both beautiful;

 

Each minute bursts in the burning room,

The great globe reels in the solar fire,

Spinning the trivial and unique away.

(How all things flash! How all things flare!)

What am I now that I was then?

May memory restore again and again

The smallest color of the smallest day:

Time is the school in which we learn,

Time is the fire in which we burn.

 

Delmore Schwartz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh my god, T'pol is sooooooo hot......... fheeew, I need to find me a nice Vulcan!

that's why i could never figure why the "enterprise" show died - jesus christ, the hot vulcan chick was a slut and was whored out in practically every episode - has my hand just lost the grasp it once had on the pulse of america's teens, beguiled as it were by that logic-dominatrix?

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