The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
— Ever hear Fred Turned mister Oliver?
— No sir.
— Well, he was an historian. About a hundert years ago, he came up with the theory about the Frontiere. Said, the Frontiere was a... safty velve for civilization. Place for people to go, to keep them from going mad. So... whanever were folks, who couldn't fit in with ways things were... Nuts, malcontents, extremists... Thay'd packed up and head for the Frontiere. So America got started. All the crackpods and trouble makers in Europa, packed up, and went to a Frontiere, which became, The Thirteen Colonies... When some people couldn't fit in with that, they moved further west. Which is why all the nust eventually ended up in Califonia. Turned died in 1942. So, he wond around long enought to see what would happen to the World, when we ran out of Frontiere. Some people say, we had a Frontiere in the mind. And they go off and explore the wonderfull world of alcohol, and drugs, but, that's no Frontiere. It's just another way for us to fool ourselves... And we've created this phonyfrontiere with computers. Which allows people to think thay've escaped... Frontiere with acces fees...
— What about Space? The final Frontiere?
— Ah, Star Trek isn't Space. That's television. Find fucken Frontiere, that is. Besides, how many folks can just pack up, and go to Space? Naa, the Frontiere is just here, Interstate 60. That's why I was put here. Give people, who wanted a little different, place to go.
Boundary — an imaginary line between two nations, separating the imaginary rights of one from the imaginary rights of the other.
A hedge between keeps friendship green.
Friendship penetrates even death’s barrier!