The year 2015 marks the tenth anniversary of Ronald D. Moore’s re-imagined Battlestar Galactica (thank you, Lords of Kobol!). Never before have I felt the urge to write an article about a television series, and I hope this fact alone makes you want to know more; for instance, what could possibly cause this grown-up, levelheaded woman without any previous geek record or appreciation for sci-fi to type this article with such urgency, sure she has an essential message to deliver to the world?

What follows is not (or at least not just) a compendium of the objective elements that turn something as common as a TV series into a unique, transforming human experience. It is also an offering of my own personal feelings and motives I hope will encourage you not only to keep reading but to watch (or re-watch) Battlestar Galactica.

I feel compelled to write this by a sense of obligation. The story of Battlestar Galactica (or BSG as it’s known in the fandom) poured over me like rain as a huge gift from life in the most opportune moment. Because I feel privileged by this gift, I also feel the responsibility to share it. My words are praise, affection, gratitude.
They are my tribute, too.

Writing about Battlestar Galactica is, first and foremost, writing about a journey: one that starts with the near decimation of humanity at the hands of an external threat created by humanity itself forty years prior. The sad remains of our species (about fifty thousand survivors) are thus forced to wander through the universe in search of a new home: a promised land where they can settle and start over again. If I expect this premise alone to convince you, this not a good start, I know; all this sounds like the typical catastrophe-centered plot, a story told a thousand times already. What makes this one different then?

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