The first time I ever cried in front of Kellie was because of Star Trek.
It always resonated with me that one of the preconditions of Roddenberry’s great adventure was that humanity had not only united when faced with the discovery of intelligent alien life, but that our better qualities had come to the fore. We became peaceful explorers and builders, not warriors or conquerers.
I grew up watching Captain Jean-Luc Picard courageously explore the stars, steadfastly maintaining his (and by extension, humanity’s) integrity; consistently doing what was right in the face of insurmountable odds, never just what what was easy. Discussing this with Kellie one day, I simply burst into tears at the beautiful simplicity of Roddenberry’s vision of what we could can become.
So, going to see J.J. Abrams’ reboot of the classic franchise, I wanted more than just star ships, space battles, sci-fi gadgetry, alien oddities, and the original crew. I wanted to see that stalwart and uncompromisingly brave vision of humanity.