This is a quote from Star Trek’s Q.
From my vantage point, traveling through the system “but not of it”, this seems the quintessential crux of Americana: both the manifest physical and the “religion” of the philosophical that brings a tear to the eye.
I’m going somewhere with this; but first I’d like to involve you and hear your thoughts on it.
Where is the truth in it?
Where is the folly in it?
(Because both are there.)