one day of all last, stubbing from the dark woods from my own, my family and my country’s past, in my hands is truth, that love grows from forgiveness, that from destruction comes renovation, that the evidence of gods exists in our connections to one another. This much, at least, I figured out. I know this much is true.

不如上一季好，但是卡爾薩根永遠的神！還有比Alcubierre drive ship更酷的了麽！

有關死亡、誕生、愛與意義

看看人家的劇 國內好多導演還在拍瑪麗蘇;

相對瑣碎，敘述太短平快了，都不是矛盾太激烈的事件。整體還是不錯的，比較紀實。