The punishment/interdiction thing is interesting, though. "Interdiction" means an intervening sanction, like, in the Church an interdiction means you can't partake of the Sacraments. So what's interesting is that if you set punishment alongside it, that's something that happens to you. You get smacked or yelled at or whatever. But interdiction is the opposite, it's having something not happen to you. You are denied, for example, the glory of heaven. (And how bad am I personally at reconciling the Sharon and Karl parts of my own heretical Hera upbringing? I got "interdiction" and "intercession" confused, and almost died of joy just now.) Which is so fucking Cylon, going along with their apophatic construction of God, that they need to be moving from a "punishment" (guilt) culture to an "interdiction" (shame) culture, just so they will fucking stop yelling at each other for five seconds, by worrying more about what they're giving up than what they're getting.
"...Please cut the fuse they will not harm their own end of line." She seems to suggest that "eight modern" is where we all get left behind in this cycle, and that we've somehow lost track of what needed to get accomplished this time, and finishes this line of the prophecy by asking them directly to "cut the fuse," knowing that "they" won't harm their own. Meaning either the humans won't take out the Final Five because they've finally grown enough to understand how stupid us/them is, or that the Raiders won't attack the Fleet because ditto, or the Five themselves aren't interested in hurting anybody at all, because life means growing and loving more.
"Limiting diffusions to two dimensions increases the number of evolutionary jumps within the species ..." This is the part that really interests me. "Diffusion" is the movement of stuff from high-pressure to low-pressure areas or systems: if I make it weird enough or apply enough pressure to Athena, she's going to decide it's less of a hassle to be human -- but since she's an Eight, she's going to get crazy about being totally, totally, scarily, boringly human. Or if I fuck with Boomer enough, she's going to give up the beauty of humanity and synthesis and -- say -- choose to be an insensate animal, a creature, with no time but now, with no memories or pain or humanity left in her. But theoretically, you could diffuse any number of directions: Three diffused upwards, and Cavil always seems to be diffusing down. Leoben seems to diffuse into crazypantsland. You and I diffuse constantly, from love to love and hate to hate, from family to family, from anger to delight to rage to fear. Limiting the show to two dimensions, to the X axis of love/fear, human/Cylon, we got a lot accomplished. By restricting the vectors of evolution to just a couple of dimensions, as the war has done, you increase the amount of change in a given organism or soul: good and evil, them and us, pain and love, loneliness and democracy, are fingers squeezing carbuncle: we're just what comes out.