"He's a boy in a man's body, trying to be an adult, but his adolescence keeps getting in the way."

Greatest quote ever.

This show reminds me of FRINGE.

Oh, and a close second:
"You don't need all that sub-space chatter."
Or... Spock saying,
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary."
 

...Turned her into an iguana. ...

was tonight, and was awesome.


(I and Rose M.C.eed... Or whatever.)

I don't want it to end. ...

But it will. ...And...whether corpreal or not... OCSA'll always be there, be a part of... me, and... I hate how... that sounds but. ...

It will be. ...
And I don't know if I'm ready to leave. ...
(But I have to.)

the dread god Cthulu. (Our dark God: we offer you sacrifice, we offer you blood, we offer you sacrifice.) He will rise, he will rise. He rises.
And he will soak this world with his blood. The grass will spring with the fresh fertilizer of your decaying self, rotting into the ground- all the parts he hasn't picked off and sucked slowly between his suckers.
And that's what you shall feel as you die, if the madness- ah! yes, the madness: the slow decay, and your mind giving way beneath you - does not drive you out of this world and into another first. (And in that other world, may you hope the dread Cthulu is never to rise.)

I offer him sheep and lam and ram and goat.
He offers me wisdom and peace and calm.
In the calamity, in the chaos of his reign.
(For in the dead, he lies; in the deep, he lies,
but after Strange Aeons-
not just any aeons, but strange aeons-
even Death will die.
- Which will be quite weird with decaying skeletons lumbering around; our entire economy will have to adjust to new needs. - If there were to be an economy! - For there shan't. For dead Cthulu rises.)

Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.

It's like a choir hymn.

Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.

His message to his people.

Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.

What has your God ever offered as verification?

Ours has offered

Bloop. Bloop. Bloop,

steady and secure.

Proof, undeniable.

So, we sit and wait
and fate will take
all our worries away;
and fate will take
all our lives away in the end.

He rises, he rises.
From the depths, dread Cthulu rises.

(Hey, some of you worship a Zombie, or a rock that floats a ball of gas, or... like air and shit.
- Don't be judgin'.)

Dull as dirt,
you can't assert
the kind of light
that might persuade a strict dictator to retire
while the army teach the poor orgami.
The truth is in, the proof is when
you hear your heart start asking,
"What's my motivation?"
Try as you may, there's no way to explain
the kinda change
that would an eskimo renounce fur,
that'd make a vegetarian barbeque a hamster,
unless you trace this about-face to a certain sign.

shine
make them wonder what you've got
make them wish that were not
on the outside looking bored 
shine
let it shine before all men,
let them see good works, and then
let them glorify the lord.

Out of the shaker and onto of the plate
It isn't karma, it sure ain't fate
that would make a deadhead sell his van
that would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons.
Oprah freaks
and science seeks
the rationale that shall
excuse this strange behavoir.
When you let it shine, you will inspire
the kinda of entire turn around
that will make a bouncer take up ballet,
even bouncer's who are happy.
But out of the glare,
with nowhere to turn,
you ain't gonna learn it on "What's my line?"

shine
make them wonder what you've got
make them wish that were not
on the outside looking bored 
shine
let it shine before all men,
let them see good works, and then
let them glorify the lord.

Shine, shine, shine.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.)
Shine, shine, shine.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.)

shine
make them wonder what you've got
make them wish that were not
on the outside looking bored 
shine
let it shine before all men,
let them see good works, and then
let them glorify the lord.
shine
make them wonder what you've got
make them wish that were not
on the outside looking bored 
shine
let it shine before all men,
let them see good works, and then
let them glorify the lord.
shine
make them wonder what you've got
make them wish that were not
on the outside looking bored 
shine
let it shine before all men,
let them see good works, and then
let them glorify the lord.
 
Shine.

Don't be there, don't be there
'Cause I'm on my way.
And I'm already gone over
And I'm on my way.
Hey,

I can't recall myself
How I went down.
Did I get shot?
Or shoot myself?

I'm down here, I'm down here.
And you're way up there.
And that doesn't hurt (badly).
But it stings right here.
Hey,

I can't recall myself,
how I went down.
Did I get shot?
or shoot myself?

And I won't pretend there's nothing there.
You'll be around, and I'll be square.
Don't be alarmed if I'm not there.
You be around, and I'll be square.

If you're a rose, then I'm the thorn
that's in your side.
And does it hurt, badly?
'Cause it burns right here.
Hey,

I can't recall myself,
how I went down.
Did I get shot?
Or shoot myself?

I'd like to say, Hello.
I'd like to say I care.
I'd like to let you know
that nothing here's the same with me, nothing here's the same.

I can't recall myself.
How I went down.
Did I get shot,
or shoot myself?

And I won't pretend there's nothing there.
You be around, and I'll be square.
Don't be alarmed if I'm not there.
You be around, and I'll be square.

Don't be around, don't be there.
Don't be there.

The ones who run it... dumb it done, they... make it cheap and dull and a seminar.
They use words that are easy and repetitive.
They use chants and they use acronymons.
They make it unreal.

That is idiotic.

It's not unreal: it's... a relationship. All religion is a belief or a worship with or for something.
But what religion does nowadays is hide from that, it doesn't say There is a God or
a power. It says, "Here, repeat this," or "Here, take this" and always finishes with:
"And you will be healed."

But you will not be healed.
This is real, this is how it works
in real life.
In real life, you struggle and you suffer and you cannot
escape pain or fear:
in real life there is you and there is everything else and
there is whatever you make.
And religion denies that: they deny that this is just
another thing - and it may be
the most important thing, do not
misunderstand, but
that does not mean it is not
just another thing in this world.

They make it words that can be mumbled by an unintelligable crowd at seven in the morning.
Things to be clapped to.
Things to be cheered for and not to.
People to pat you on the back not carry you.

They take the Magic out of it:
They take the power out of it.

This is the word I meant.

Halcyon (IPA: /ˈhælsiən/), a term that originates from the Greek myth of Alcyone, is used most often to mean golden or marked by peace and prosperity.