[Spock shifted the darkness, adding his presence along side Winona's. The darkness was warm... but then slowly light began to cut through the dark, forming a picture. The hazy shapes turned into a home... ...a Vulcan home. The dome ceilings were made of stone, as red tapestries covered the walls. A woman with long, dark brown hair held the hand of a young Vulcan boy. Her eyes were kind as she smiled.]
This is my mother... Vulcan society dictates that any emotional actions were to be controlled. To say that they were 'not allowed' would be illogical, because humans were naturally expressive... however, emotions were... ...'frowned upon'. My mother had a very difficult time at first fitting into the society. She was seen as a 'fault', an example of a race who does not see logic and allows their emotions to rule them. Basically, everything that a Vulcan strives not to be. I am afraid that many Vulcans have become elitist... it is an unfortunate circumstance, but that has changed since the destruction of Vulcan.
[The scene changed... it was something simple. Amanda was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and telling a young Spock a story about her youth. His emotions surrounding his mother swarmed around Winona... His love, confusion... curiosity, fascination... Spock was completely enthralled with this woman but he wasn't allowed to express it. Spock had been told that she was a fault... a complication in his life that he was meant to grow to tolerate. Spock showed Winona the day he turned down the council.]
As you can see... there is much that I wish I could have told my mother, but it is my fault as a Vulcan that I could not. [Spock was continually at war with himself... not knowing where he fit. Spock showed Winona his vision of Jim... his sun. The golden thread that represented their bond and that 'this' place was the one that he could finally call home.]
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...a Vulcan home. The dome ceilings were made of stone, as red tapestries covered the walls. A woman with long, dark brown hair held the hand of a young Vulcan boy.
Her eyes were kind as she smiled.]
This is my mother... Vulcan society dictates that any emotional actions were to be controlled. To say that they were 'not allowed' would be illogical, because humans were naturally expressive... however, emotions were...
...'frowned upon'. My mother had a very difficult time at first fitting into the society. She was seen as a 'fault', an example of a race who does not see logic and allows their emotions to rule them. Basically, everything that a Vulcan strives not to be.
I am afraid that many Vulcans have become elitist... it is an unfortunate circumstance, but that has changed since the destruction of Vulcan.
[The scene changed... it was something simple. Amanda was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and telling a young Spock a story about her youth. His emotions surrounding his mother swarmed around Winona...
His love, confusion... curiosity, fascination...
Spock was completely enthralled with this woman but he wasn't allowed to express it. Spock had been told that she was a fault... a complication in his life that he was meant to grow to tolerate.
Spock showed Winona the day he turned down the council.]
As you can see... there is much that I wish I could have told my mother, but it is my fault as a Vulcan that I could not.
[Spock was continually at war with himself... not knowing where he fit.
Spock showed Winona his vision of Jim... his sun. The golden thread that represented their bond and that 'this' place was the one that he could finally call home.]