Beyond the fabulous writing and episodes that really make you think, Babylon 5 holds another passion for me. Ever since I've been young, I've always loved the idea of flying in a starship of some sort. I'm sure that's hardly a unique sort of dream given the hoards of boys out there building ships out of legos and the like. I can't help but feel wistful every time I see these epic space battles where the pilots fight and die for their beliefs and for their comrades. I used to wish that something similar to the movie plot of The Last Starfighter were true and that one day, I would be given the opportunity to fly a Gunstar and defend the universe. Of course, the fact that I was really crappy at those sort of video games really put a crimp in this particular fantasy. I never did seem to have the hand-eye reaction speed needed to dodge all the flying bullets and lasers on the screen.
I think what it represents, in the end, is freedom. The ability to soar through space, unhindered by even gravity. The more that my life seems restrictive nowadays, the more I can't help but wish for that sort of escapism. It doesn't hurt either that being a star fighter would also provide for the chance to die in a blaze of glory if things went wrong. That certainly seems better sometimes than the dying by inches we're subjected to now.