- Jayne, Serenity
In an age where there are no right answers, the questions take a back seat to action. Seventy-five miles of bumpy freeway couldn''t jiggle the bubbles in any other way. I have to return to where I started, throw the knife into the ground, and realign the crosshairs. Training talks, you see. Aristotle was right. A man is what he was made to be. We do not choose the age we live in. Nor do we choose the character we play. We stand there in costume with stage weapons and....then....the lights go purple and no one knows what happens after that until someone comes along with a pen and paper and a title for a history book.
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