I have something to share with you. I was just watching an episode of the original Battlestar Galactica on DVD, and something struck me. You see, I expected to feel happy and excited, and I did; but what I did not expect was to feel -- emptiness. You know that feeling, like a void inside you, pulling at your heart and biting at the edges of your soul.
Some of you are looking forward to the mini, and in a way I am happy for you. It is like you have lost someone dear, but the mourning is over and you’re ready to find someone new. But if you want to understand me, think for a moment that there are people and things in this world which cannot be replaced by time and chance. When you lose a child, you may be consoled by having another; but nothing in this world can replace the pain you feel at losing that one, unique life.
Time has taken Lorne and Lloyd, nightfall John and Jonathan. And we watch the day wane, as someone waits for chimes that never speak.
You may have lost someone yourself, like me, who took from you a piece of the wonder of life, and left a hole where your future was. I scribbled a poem once of what I felt, the last line of which was:
“A void that eats away at me
And is never satisfied”
This is the feeling that embraces me when I think of BSG; not rebirth, but loss. Loss of the people whose faces are etched into my memory as Starbuck and Apollo. Loss of the music that moved me, the costumes that bore my dreams, the Cylons like chrome Romans that scared me, and the banter and mythos that enchanted sixty million people 25 years ago.
So when you watch, think also of those of us who would give anything, do anything, to have back something dear we lost, if only for a few hours. And unlike our loved ones, with the original BSG it could happen, if only someone among TPTB could briefly glimpse what so many of us see.
That the magic of 1978 really can live again. If you could only love the memory as we do.
Affectionately and respectfully,
Muffit
