Today, I watched Serenity again. I'm not sure what it is about that movie that I love so much, but it's one of those titles that I just fin myself putting in the DVD player time and again. I think I've watched it once a month since I bought it.
What really stuck out in my mind this time around was the conversation between Mal and River at the end of the movie. During this conversation, Mal tells River the secret of flying:
Love. You can know all the math in the 'verse, you take a bird in the air you don't love it'll shake you just as sure as the worlds turn. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down. Tells you she's hurting 'fore she keenes. Makes her a home.
As I sat listening to this, I realized that these sentiments applied to far more than flying, let alone flying fictional spaceships. In fact, I think these words can be applied to life itself. Love is the great mystery of life, that which ultimately makes it all work. Life without love is simply not worth living. And a life with love is worth living, no matter what may come. It's what keeps us going. It's what heals all wounds, not time. It's what makes the wounds worthwhile.
I'd face any trial that involves love than a million moments of loveless comfort. Indeed, I find myself wondering if the latter isn't an oxymoron of the highest order.