I do not own ANYTHING! Star Wars is the property of George Lucas. I just wanted to play in the Star Wars Universe.
In the Beginning...
Thats how it always starts. With a beginning. Beginnings swirl into the forgotten past, like ideas fading into the inconstant oceans of memory.
They swim, free-floating on the cusp of the empyrean, flickering in and out of reality, as though prodding at the consciousness of a submerged
mind. Without warning - or with a warning so subtle that they pass as mere comets' tails or clouds of burning gas - an old beginning can push
itself out of forgetfulness and cast itself into the glare of a new sun, dragging itself out of the oceans of darkness and into the light once again.
There are but few whose thoughts sense the eddies and dances of moments gone by, and fewer still whose souls sail the very brink of the
abyss from which the ghosts of beginnings and ends emerge into our world. And those few are both the best and the worst of us, for there is
nothing hidden from them in the great expanse of time. But even the greatest of them is not always free to choose the sea-lanes on which
their visions might sail.
The future is no different from the past. It is nothing more than a beginning yet to come, and it curdles in the endless ocean of time, riddling
the depths of the invisible realms with immaterial phantasms. It is the idea of a current and the suggestion of a storm; it is the gathering cloud
that persuades a sailor to drop anchor, to head for land, or to brace for the coming of hell. But not every whisp of vapor births a maelstrom,
and not every sailor looks up to heaven.
The future grows from myraid beginnings, but each of those beginnings also have a beginning of their own - an infinity of regressions back to
The Beginning, before which an origin was not even a word and the future was an unbounded explosion of light. It was not a moment or an
event, but a tear in the very fabric of our universe, through which the empyrean and the material realm could spill and mingle. Before the tear,
there was nothing but darkness or perhaps nothing but light, and from it was born reality itself.
There are few who can see past their own reality into others, and see that certain beginnings... could lead to entirely different worlds...
From "The Journal of the Whills."
