In The 24th Century There

Star Trek Speaks To Some Basic Human Needs: That There Is A Tomorrow — It's Not All Going To Be Over With A Big Flash And A Bomb; That The Human Race Is Improving; That We Have Things To Be Proud Of As Humans. No, Ancient Astronauts Did Not Build The Pyramids — Human Beings Built Them, Because They're Clever And They Work Hard. And Star Trek Is About Those Things.

A Man Either Lives Life As It Happens To Him, Meets It Head-on And Licks It, Or He Turns His Back On It And Starts To Wither Away.

The Network Told Me To Get Rid Of Number One, The Woman First Lieutenant, And Also Get Rid Of 'that Martian Fellow'... Meaning, Of Course, Spock. I Knew I Couldn't Keep Both, So I Gave The Stoicism Of The Female Officer To Spock, And Married The Actress Who Played Number One. Thank God It Wasn't The Other Way Around. I Mean Leonard's Cute, But...

If This Is Your God, He's Not Very Impressive. He Has So Many Psychological Problems; He's So Insecure. He Demands Worship Every Seven Days. He Goes Out And Creates Faulty Humans And Then Blames Them For His Own Mistakes. He's A Pretty Poor Excuse For A Supreme Being.

There Was Much To Put Out Of His Mind. Why Was It Difficult To Forget Chekov's Astonished Delight Which Greeted Him At The Command Airlock When He Boarded. And On The Bridge - Kirk! The Mere Name Made Spock Groan Inwardly As He Remembered What It Had Cost Him To Turn Away From That Welcome. T'hy'la!