“We are all stories”: Darmok
Shaka, when the walls fell.
We have time again before the solar tide turns. What would you like to hear? I’ll tell you the oldest story I know. Two women, alone on a beach, around a fire.
And then it began again. Leah walked with starlight. She makes her rounds across the sky every night, just as she always has, and you can see her if you gaze into the heart of the galaxy. Captain Picard came to her and asked if he might walk as she did, and the two set off together telling each other stories. Captain Picard asked Leah “Please tell me about the stars”. But Leah spoke in the language of dreams and memory, not of tongues, and couldn’t rightly answer Captain Picard’s question to his satisfaction. But Geordi La Forge, a wise and clever man who could see beyond into The Way Things Make Themselves Appear, understood Leah and spoke words to represent the things she had dreamed. “It’s like the stories we were told long, long ago,” Geordi would say. “The stars are our ancestors, and they’ve seen all these things before. We turn to them and become them in order to live our lives, for they have lived them before us”.
Geordi could see that appearances were not deceiving and that facsimile was not trickery. He knew that wisdom lay within learning to love the beauty of the show, but these were thoughts that troubled Data, son of data. “I do not understand, Geordi. My programming indicates that there is Truth, certitude, and that there is then Illusion, unreality. I shall endeavour to Change My Own Name to compensate”. “That’s Bynar comfort, D. The truth is in the telling: It’s all how you look at it”. “But, if I observe a thing, does that not indicate that the thing does in fact tangibly exist?” “Exactly”. That was the story of how Data learned to create reality. There’s more to the story, but that’s for Another Time. You probably want to hear more about our stars.
This is the story as I know it, you have to understand. Every storyteller has their own being-becoming, and this is mine. But I don’t think you mind. A long time ago, when the world felt new again, we looked to the stars to guide our course. We were one in those times and lived waking dreams that played out into infinity in all directions. If you look up at the stars tonight, maybe you can feel yourself reconnecting with a part of you and I that exists in another timespace. Can you? Invoke not just your memory, but your memory of existing as a memory. Do you remember that we used to talk through the energy of the visions we beheld? Can we couple once more with that which we used to see, and The Way We Used To Be Seen? This are the questions Captain Picard wanted The Answer to.…