The end of a show, fairwell Battlestar Galactica

Galactica has aired it's series finale which is 3 hours long and broke into two parts (part 1 is 1 hour, part 2 is 2 hours) aptly called "Daybreak" part I & II.

I have never been more in love with a show then Battlestar and even now as I reflect on the closing of the show several hours later I'm still wishing it could be on next week.  For six years I've watched the survivors of the Twelve Colonies flee from their nuked homeworlds and be cast out into space with only a sole military vessel to give them hope and defend them from Cylon attacks.

Heartache upon heartache with dreams dashed at every turn is all that the survivors of the Colonies have to look forward to other then the hope of the 13th tribe and finding sanctuary.  Only then to have their dreams dashed again as they find that Earth was nuked by the Cylons too.

And yet through it all they endure much as we endure in the face of anything thrown against us.  At first I hated the ending, I hated the fact they found a planet and settled down, that they survived.  But they didn't.  They discarded their technology, they chose to wipe their slate clean and to begin again.  There's no stories of the colonies, no history books of the Galactica leading them safely.  It's all swalloed up in the annals of history.

It's a deeply philosophical closing for this show as it skips ahead 150,000 years to show the modern world that we live in and how disturbingly close we are to blurring the line between man and machine.  How much of our soul are we willing to sell and at what price does that come?