ObiwanJanobus

In the long history of the galaxy, many a family tree has grown too tangled to be clearly remembered by either ancestor or descendant. On a thousand thousand worlds and more, life erupted from creation's crucible of energy and time-and vanished into extinction in the blink of an eye.
On a hundred thousand worlds and more, life erupted from the crucible and would not be dislodged, brandishing cleverness and fecundity as its weapons against entropy and change. On ten thousand worlds and more, life erupted from the crucible and then transcended it, learning to bridge the unbridgeable distances, venturing forth as explorer, and settler, and conqueror to worlds far from that
which gave it birth.
And some of those worlds touched with the gift of life in time passed it on to their own children, until the gift had been passed across the eons to a million worlds, flower begetting seed begetting flower until the galaxy itself sang of it. But in all the history of all that is, no species anywhere has ever known its whole heritage, for memories are shorter than forever, and the only witness to those hard first births is the Force itself.