The "Life is..." thread.

[Edwardo Piet]

In life the journey is the destination.

OLD LISTER: I know you're there, because when I was your age, I saw me at
my age ... telling you ... what I'm about to tell you. You've got to
tell you ... when you get to be me.
RIMMER: Thank heavens you've still got all your marbles, Lister.
LISTER: Shhh!
OLD LISTER: I've got to tell you about Bexley.
RIMMER: Who's Bexley?
LISTER: I was always going to call my second son Bexley, after Jim Bexley
Speed.
RIMMER: Your second son? What were you going to call your first son?
LISTER: Jim. After Jim Bexley Speed.
OLD LISTER: It wasn't you Rimmer saw in the drive room, it was Bexley.
LISTER: Rimmer, you saw me son die!
RIMMER: Never mind this tot, what about *me*, old man? What happens to
*me*? Do I become an officer?
LISTER: Rimmer, I'm going to have two sons! Isn't it fantastic?
RIMMER: But one of them dies.
LISTER: Yeah, well, everyone dies. You're born, and you die. The bit in
the middle's called life, and that's still to come!
OLD LISTER: Go and get your camera. You haven't got much time. Get your
camera and run to the medical unit. Run!

My bolding and emphasis.