In the fall of 1988, on a Friday night between 9 and 10 pm EST, alone in a suburbian American home I met Mr. Spock for the first time. NBC was showing reruns of Star Trek: TOS.
"Fascinating" is how I would love to remember my human reaction to this otherworldly being. Otherwordly like me: a young East German woman alone among Americans everywhere. Displaced, away from home on a mission to bridge what appeared to be eternal Frontiers at the time.
That first contact started my Trekker life. Mr. Spock's internal quest for balancing his Vulcan and Human halves, his analytical mind and hidden (or guarded) emotions have inspired me to write stories like so many of the Trekkies out there. My alter ego, T'lana, has struggled to fit in, trying to make sense of humans and humanity and often failed, like Mr. Spock. If only I could furrow my brow as he could!
Leonard Nimoy died today, February 27, 2015. Mr. Spock will not die. That would be illogical. I am thankful for his companionship in my exploration of who we truly are.