Bruce reminds us the mutiny ends when the rest of the crew remembers that we live on a fucking starship.
If you're still not sure what I mean, lay on your back in a field on a clear night. Stare up at the sky and consider that there is nothing solid between you and that great infinite beyond. It's just gas and vacuum interspersed light and the occassional massive orb. Gaze, eyes wide open, and consider that very atoms of your being are mere arrangements of the stuff of stars and may at one point again be stars. You might once have been a fucking star. Might be again. Wrap your noodle around that. When your mind has its own supernova - you'll know it when it happens - you become a whole other universe of free. And then life really begins.