words.
That's where ideas begin.
Maybe you should
listen to them.
I was wrong about you...
and I'm sorry.
Is that what
you came here to say?
Mainly.
And also that I'm...
proud.
Very proud...
to be your son.
Captain 's Log. Stardate 8141.6.
Starship Enterprise
departing for Ceti Alpha V
to pick up the crew
of U.S.S. Reliant.
All is well.
And yet
I can't help wondering
about the friend
I leave behind.
,'There are always
possibilities, ,'Spock said.
And if Genesis is indeed
life from death...
I must return
to this place again.
He's really not dead...
as long as
we remember him.
It's a far, far
better thing I do
than I have
ever done before.
A far better
resting place I go to
than I have ever known.
Is that a poem?
No.
Something Spock was trying
to tell me
on my birthday.
You OK, Jim?
How do you feel?
Young.
I feel young.
Space,
the final frontier.
These are
the continuing voyages
of the starship Enterprise.
Her ongoing mission,
to explore
strange, new worlds,
to seek out new life forms
and new civilizations,
to boldly go
where no man has gone... before.