Every one of us had a "love affair" with Star Trek at one point. Most when we first got into it, but some where late bloomers, lol. But at some point, we all fell head-over-heals for Trek. We thought of it more than we should have. We got distracted by it when we shouldn't have. We missed it when we didn't have it. We lusted for more and felt the rush as we received our reward. At some point though, we all lost that level of passion. Oh, we still loved it, but not quite with such fire. I mean, like any relationship, it has it's highs and lows. We fell into a steady beat with it as a part of our life.
Unlike most relationships (I should hope!) we all cheated on Trek openly. Other shows and films drew our fancy for brief intervals. We never stopped loving Trek, though. We just felt more passionate about something else for a time. For some of us, that love faded even more. We separated from Trek and saw life without it as our companion. We where happy, but we did miss it at times. It was familiar, and had been a part of us, and we felt wrong for loving something else as much as we once had Trek. Some of us even convinced ourselves we no longer truly loved Trek. That, though it would always be a part of us, it was a part we had to move on from, because things had changed. We had changed.
As I devour the first of the Myriad Universes books, already nearly done with the second tale, I find though that... some loves never really go away. Reading these stories that totally tear apart and re-assemble the old familair just reminds me of why we all love Trek. It's not that same "honeymoon" passion, mind you. Age brings temperance, after all. But like slipping on an old pair of shoes, or sitting in a favorite chair, or... well, I'd offer an analogy on par with my entire scheme here, but it might be a bit too racey!
Like such things, though, we find we haven't really grown as far apart or changed as much as we had told ourselves we had. We find that some part of us will always love Trek, no matter what else we love as well. We find a balance in the relationship that leaves us content.
That's what the Myriad Universe books are doing, and have done, for me.
They've made me love Star Trek again. Or to be more precise, they've made me realize, I never really stopped loving it in the first place.
Unlike most relationships (I should hope!) we all cheated on Trek openly. Other shows and films drew our fancy for brief intervals. We never stopped loving Trek, though. We just felt more passionate about something else for a time. For some of us, that love faded even more. We separated from Trek and saw life without it as our companion. We where happy, but we did miss it at times. It was familiar, and had been a part of us, and we felt wrong for loving something else as much as we once had Trek. Some of us even convinced ourselves we no longer truly loved Trek. That, though it would always be a part of us, it was a part we had to move on from, because things had changed. We had changed.
As I devour the first of the Myriad Universes books, already nearly done with the second tale, I find though that... some loves never really go away. Reading these stories that totally tear apart and re-assemble the old familair just reminds me of why we all love Trek. It's not that same "honeymoon" passion, mind you. Age brings temperance, after all. But like slipping on an old pair of shoes, or sitting in a favorite chair, or... well, I'd offer an analogy on par with my entire scheme here, but it might be a bit too racey!
Like such things, though, we find we haven't really grown as far apart or changed as much as we had told ourselves we had. We find that some part of us will always love Trek, no matter what else we love as well. We find a balance in the relationship that leaves us content.That's what the Myriad Universe books are doing, and have done, for me.
They've made me love Star Trek again. Or to be more precise, they've made me realize, I never really stopped loving it in the first place.
