It's troublesome because words are always stolen, like precious stars from a distant sky. And as shiny as they seem hanging just out of reach, the moment you stick them to paper or screen, they fade and decay and twist into something else.
Madness string 2524
Fools on both sides. All who thought the Star Forge a mere weapon, they didn't know. They never wanted to know. It is the seed of worlds. Such power, even in a fragment. A fleet, that's what I made of it. Almost laughable now. What of its smallest piece? It cannot build ships, no, what useless fragments does it generate? Air. Life. It feeds on the Force, on energy, on mass, on whatever you give it. And it creates. That is its nature. It begins where we all began. A breath of air, a drop of water, the first chains of carbon. Why bother with fleets, when one day we might build our own galaxies?