Re: Postcards: Kirk/Spock
[Diverging: the cramped handwriting has been replaced with computer-generated print. The paper is carefully taped over the card.]
Captain, my Captain,
My butt doesn't glow often, sadly enough, although I can't say I've inspected it frequently enough to say it doesn't at all. Nor has anyone in the position to see it in its naked glory commented on an irregularity like a glow but, let's be honest, if they had while the rest of me was naked I would think them mentally ill.
My ears are perfect. As for the stars, do you put much faith in them telling you anything besides the location of the poles? I've heard sailors sailed by them. Can you imagine putting out to sea with your faith in the heavens? I can't. I'm somebody who believes in what's in front of me, what I can put my hands on.