Star Wars: Myth or Religion?
I was in a room, not a very large room, but big enough for the circle of odd numbered minds that had been assembled to discuss, debate, theorize, or maybe just waste time, on the topic at hand. I am a mere observer, with nothing more than a pen, my thoughts, and a strong will to keep my mouth closed when some reporter, author, or other member of the crowd makes some outlandish comment. I was there for no other reason than to make sense of what was being bickered back and forth about.
The snug circle was comprised of the usuals. You know the type, the same type that you see on some late hours CNN debate yelling out their argument on some obscure topic that only the people staying up to watch what the market is doing care about. Except this group is a little more well mannered.
It’s my job to keep order, so without any further hesitation I raised my voice once over the crowd who seemingly had prematurely begun their own off hand topics without me. Without the attention I was looking for, I made a second attempt to harness their eyes, this time a little more successfully.
“Okay crowd, we’re going to begin with Star Wars first, and Star Wars only,” I ordered. I was surprised at the undivided attention they were giving me. It almost made me feel uncomfortable because I was too scared to lose it, or maybe even to lose their respect with an illegitimate comment.
“So what do we know about it?” I inquired, this time with a little more concern because all of their faces looked at me blankly, almost screaming for a more specific topic. My job was not to interfere, only to observe, so I became increasingly uncomfortable waiting for somebody to take the ball away from me and get it moving down hill.
Finally a young student spoke up. “Well I know a lot, where do you want to begin?” This wasn’t the beginning I was looking for but I was significantly relieved to finally hear somebody else’s voice. “I was thinking about going through the questionable religious references in Star Wars before we look deeper into the theological aspect of it,” I suggested with hesitation in my voice, waiting for somebody else in the group to ignite a spark that would induce rambling mouths. Unfortunately again, my wishes were hardly granted. But the young student again spoke up. I had invited him because he emailed me asking some random questions about the topic we were discussing. I think he was doing a college research paper or something, so I invited him to attend.
“Why don’t we start with A New Hope?” He looked at me for approval, I nodded, and I was in the clear. After that I had very little interaction, or at least tried to avoid it. I was successful for the most part of staying out of the discussion and just observing, except for inserting a surprise I was going to pull out later on in the meeting.
The ball was officially rolling, thanks in part to the young...