This is my favorite episode and it was the last to be televised. A body of a war buddy is sent to Mal and Zoe with a message for them to bury him on his home planet. Turns out their friend isn't dead, but an organ mule who backed out on a deal with some very angry men. Their friend places everyone in a great deal of danger and turns out to be far more selfish than they had remembered. The episode closes with their buddy's funeral after all and it is the last show to be aired. The crew knew in this episode that this was the end of Firefly and you can see it in their faces that everyone is grieving.
Lately I've felt grief over what has been and what will never be. I've said goodbye to old dreams and begun embracing new ones. I find strength from my faith and the Wisdom writings of Ecclesiastes 3 in the Bible. It says there is an appointed time for everything and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and time to gather them; a time to embrace, and time to be far from embraces. A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
There is not a right time for anything, but time for everything. When you can run anymore, you crawl, and when you can't crawl, you find someone to carry. Who or what is carrying you through?
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