"Something in the universe loves the entity that is me."
They look back at him and see a bloody little man, barely standing, with the holy light of absolution in his eyes; as the smoke begins to clear and the faithful weep, and tend their wounds, and add their love to his. He weeps in awe, at God's grace, and in absolute grace. How can you look at him, this ugly, forgiven boy, this murderer and sycophant, finally beaten into the redemption that was his all along, who finally accepts his own divinity and the beauty of his name, with a smile on his face, and tears in his eyes, and think you're possibly worth less? If God exists, and loves Gaius Baltar utterly, and weeps for his pain: doesn't that mean your own salvation?
"I will choose to call this something God. A singular spark, that dwells in the soul of every living being. If you look inside yourself, you will find this spark too. You will. But you have to look. Deep."
Galen Tyrol looks at Nicholas. Looks deep at nobody's fault, nobody's mistake, the little man that remains between the lies of love and the lies of hate, the only thing left after he tore down his whole life, the only thing that's still certain and sure no matter what man the Gods have chosen him to be:
"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.