I was not a member during "the war" either but have certainly read enough to get an idea. I spent a lot of time looking at various places and finally chose here. I was in desperate need of some laughter as the strain of studying was wearing me down, and have held a passion for BSG since it first aired, but never had a single soul to share it with. Here I get to share memories about TOS, explore meanings and storylines of the mini, be silly and play tag or 2 word story, offer a shoulder, a hug or listen to those who need it. celebarate successes, offer cheer, tease a little in other words In a remarkably short time I have come to feel like I found a family out there... (whom I've never met and half the time don't even know if they are male or female
)
I'd like to add that despite everything I read both positive and negative (and I did read a lot of that over the last few months) What shone through for me was the profound love, loyalty and passion for Battlestar Gallactica shared by all fans.
I have sincere respect and admiration for those of you who argued with each other and came out the other side of this, "united we stand devided we fall". We are all human, filled with imperfections, forgive yourselves remember achieving good communication skills takes a lifetime of practice and is especially challenging when you can't read each others body language. Life is about learning and growing remember that "good judgement comes from experience [but] experience comes from bad judgement. Hats off for your courage, stamina, devotion and determination and remeber "never let the bastards get you down!"
Now in celebration of new beginings and fresh starts I have a poem for my soul mates
The Land of Beginning Again (aka CF)
I wish that there were some wonderful place
called the Land of Beginning Again,
Wher all our mistakes and all our heartaches
and all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door,
and never be put on again
I wish we could come on it all unaware,
like the hunter who finds a lost trail;
And i wish that the one whom our blindness had done
The greates injustice of all
Could be at the gates like an old friend that waits
For the comrade he's gladdest to hail.
We should find all the things we intended to do
But forgot, and remembered too late,
Little duties neglected that might have perfected
the day for one less fortunate.
It wouldn't be possible not to be kind
In the Land of Beginning Again;
And the ones we misjudged and the ones who we grudged
Their moments of victory here
Would find in the grasp of our loving handclasp
More than penitent lips could explain
For what had been hardest we'd know had been best,
And what had seemed loss would be gain;
For there isn't a sting that will not take wing
when we've faced it and laughed it away;
And I think that the laughter is most whet we're after
In the Land of Beginning Again
So I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginnin Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door,
And never be put on again. (Louisa Fletche)
And a very special thank you to the owner
of CF for paying our way. You will never know how much I appreciate it.
