Mulder: "Scully! I knew you'd come. They told me you were dead."
Scully: "And you believed them? Traitor."
Mulder: "What?"
Scully: "Deserter. Coward."
Mulder: "Scully, don't... I'm dying."
Scully: "You're not supposed to die, Mulder — not here."
Mulder: "What do you mean?"
Scully: "Not in a comfortable bed with the devil outside."
Mulder: "No, you don't understand. He's taking care of me."
Scully: "No, Mulder, he's lulled you to sleep. He's made you trade your true mission for creature comforts."
Mulder: "There was no mission. There were no aliens."
Scully: "No aliens. Have you looked outside, Mulder?"
Mulder: "I can't. I'm... too tired."
Scully: "No, Mulder, you must get up. You must get up and fight... especially you. This isn't your place. Get up, Mulder. Get up and fight the fight."
You know, more and more I'm finding that, for almost any issue I'm pondering, there turns out to be an analogy of some sort in an X-Files episode. Not that it was intended, of course. Just that, trying to sort out what seems to be going on, I suddenly find myself silently rehashing a script. Now I don't blog about it too often, because it's sort of several-years-ago to be a die-hard X-Files fan. What can I tell you? I have the DVDs. And I still watch 'em.
For those of you who don't, the above dialogue is from a sort of dream sequence (with very real ramifications) in an episode called "The Sixth Extinction - Amor Fati" (and I found it transcribed here). For some reason, I woke up today thinking about it (and no, I didn't watch it last night). Actually, I was thinking about my country, America, the US of A, the threats it's facing, and also about Israel, ditto, and about the voices constantly whispering in our ear and hissing at us from our television and computer screens, telling us there is no enemy, telling us we're tired, telling us to forget our true mission and to be nice, be comfortable, go to sleep. That's when I started to hear Gillian Anderson's voice in my head:
No, you must get up. You must get up and fight... especially you. This isn't your place. Get up. Get up and fight the fight.
I know. Hokey. What can I say? That's how it happened. And it's been playing in my head all day. So I decided to share. Make of it what you will.
