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It’s this sort of incredibly visceral experience where you’re just thrust into circumstances way bigger than you. You have these quiet, fragile moments surrounded by absolute spectacle, and honestly, I probably can't describe it well enough to do it any real justice without sounding completely ridiculous.

You know, when I look at my family, I see love that transcends what people think they understand about adoption, about race. It's... it's not about color, it's about connection. And every day I learn something new about what it means to be truly present, to be truly aware.

It’s this incredibly raw journey where you’re watching someone try to hold it together while everything is essentially shattering, and it’s so profoundly moving because you see their strength and vulnerability clashing in a way that feels honest, beautiful, and just a little bit terrifying all at once.

You know, when you're playing these tough characters, and I've played a lot of them, you have to find the humanity somewhere. And the directors, they don't always understand that. If you know what I mean, you can't just be mean all the time, there's got to be something real there.

You know, when I think about the privilege we have in this industry, it really, really hits me. As actors, we get to tell stories that matter, that change perspectives. But with that comes this enormous responsibility to speak truth, to be authentic, to use our platform for something meaningful.

When we talk about representation in film, it's not just about putting diverse faces on screen. It's about really, really understanding the stories we're telling, the lives we're touching. As parents, as artists, we have this incredible responsibility to show our children that their stories matter.

Remember that Christmas in 1992? We spent $300 on that red bicycle for David. Sarah wrapped it herself, hiding it in the garage behind old boxes. The look on his face that morning was worth every penny.

And there it was, suspended in the void. The third marker, a beacon of some forgotten civilization. Our instruments detected patterns, rhythms in its surface. Not random. Not natural. A message waiting millennia to be found.