As I write this, it's the day after Christmas in 2016. The world has had Star Trek in it for well over half a century now. We humans are a fractious lot, and we show no signs of impending improvement in that regard. We've got many -- MANY -- more important things to argue about than Star Trek, but make no mistake: those of us who care about it can, will, and do argue over Star Trek at the drop of a pin.
I leave it to greater minds than mine to decide whether this is a good or a bad thing. But I did want to acknowledge it as a means of leading into making a point: when I think of what MY Star Trek is -- the tone and tenor of it, the look and feel of it, the shape and size of it, the (metaphorical) taste and smell of it -- it is this very episode that comes to mind for me. It's not the only one; I can think of half a dozen others immediately, two dozen more right after that, and a handful of the movies maybe even before all of them. Nor do I wish to pretend that this take on Star Trek is the only one worth considering; you may think of something completely different, and there's so much Trek in the world that you might come up with a description that would be entirely other than my own.
I get that.
What I'm saying is that for me, "The Corbomite Maneuver" is on the list of Trek stories that explain and define my love for Star Trek. In Bryant-ville, they don't get much better than this episode.