I had an amazing feeling yesterday that I thought could only be explained to fellow fanatics.

As I walked outside my house last night, I looked up to the sky. I just gazed at the thousands of stars up there, and realized how little we really know about space.

Think about it. It takes so long to get anywhere, and space exploration is so expensive, that we'll probably never know if anything lives in our neighboring galaxy. Human curiosity only goes as far as the dollar. Where does a black hole lead to? What happens when something enters into one? Scientists and astronomers have their theories and observations, but that's all they are. Have any of them ever been in a black hole? No, they haven't, so it's not known, nor could it possibly ever be known, because the closest black hole to Earth is so far away that we'd find Tatooine before we arrived at the hole. Not to mention the fact, that even if they found some way to rig a device to record what happens, the info would take forever to return to Earth.

Then I wondered, "What would it be like to lift off in a ship? Would I ever get used to the feeling of coming out of the beauty of hyperspace, looking like a speck in front of my gargantuan planatary destination?" How would space look from the cockpit of a starfighter?"

The sky was so vast, as were the possibilities of my musings. I must have stared at the stars for another ten or fifteen minutes, just wondering "What If?"

I felt like I never had felt before at night. Even now, the next night, I still feel the same way. I couldn't find the words to explain it last night, so I decided I would blog about it. I still can't find the exact words tonight, so I'm explaining as much as I can. Some would call it the same feeling Luke felt on his farm on Tatooine. He wondered what was out there for him. Anakin also had the same feelings. He wanted to travel with Qui-Gon in his starship. That was all he needed to excite him. That's all I'd need, as well. Farmboy naivete, as Mara Jade would call it (no, I don't live on a farm). Possibly, it was disappointment. Musings are all they will ever be. There's no way for me to experience it. Yes, I could try to become an astronaut, but to what end? I'd train for years, but what are the chances I'd actually get into space? What are the chances I'd go somewhere besides the Moon or Mars? Plus there's the whole thing about having to be nearly perfect, and I'd rather be a history teacher instead.

Maybe that's another purpose of Star Wars. That's what the EU is for. It's our gateway to the exploration of the uncharted space not covered in the movies. Now, as I'm typing these words, the feeling fades, and I finally realize what I've been trying to figure out all along.