"Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults? Love yourself. You have to love yourself. If we don't love ourselves, how can we love others?"
On the Demetrius, Kara sleeps, sweating -- how hot is it on that sub, for real -- on her star charts, exhausted with destiny and revelation:
"And when we know what we are, then we can find the truth out about others. See what they are. The truth about them."
Sam leans down, as if to whisper in her ear.
"And you know what the truth is, the truth about them. About you. About me. Do you? The truth is we are all perfect, just as we are."
Paulla shivers, in the middle of passion and revelation, as Tory stares unblinking. Lee almost wants to believe, almost wants to leave, and can do neither.
"God only loves that which is perfect, and he loves you."
Tory and Six stand beside each other, lit by heavenly light. Tory finally smiles. God loves her. It'll all go wrong, don't get me twisted: this is going to go to shit faster than anything you ever saw, because the only thing more fucked up than Cylons are humans, but that doesn't break the beauty of this moment.
If absolution waits quietly at the door until it's opened, if salvation waits for the least and smallest among us all, then in a very real way we are all waiting for this moment: when Gaius Baltar realizes he was already redeemed.
"He loves you because you are perfect. You are perfect just as you are. We are all perfect just as we are."
And as Lee leaves, weirded out, and Gaius holds his arms cruciform, and the followers go apeshit, and Six looks over at Tory's face, and sees the beauty there, and smiles, because she's won, and Gaius comes back from the edge, from the clarity of pain, he looks down, covered in blood and the fire of a new world, and wonders what just happened, as prophets often do, and the screen goes dark again.
SWEET THAMES, RUN SOFTLY
(Prolegomena at one point, definitely Apologia now, but not Manifesto. Never that.)
Um. Next week the recap for Battlestar Galactica will be seven pages long, and chock full of "snark," and funny little nicknames, and comfortable jokes you've already heard a whole bunch of times before. Doesn't that sound fun? I can't wait to go over that sexy Starbuck's relationship with the towel guy one more time -- and did you know she's a girl? I know, so crazy.