I Hope I Have the High Ground

Every time I watch the Star Wars sequel trilogy (particularly episode nine), I get pissed off

I mean basically whatever happened in the ninth episode, literally erases all the build up or significance of what Vader/Anakin accomplished. He was the chosen one, he was the one that literally threw Palpatine out of power (and supposedly, life). Then, oh no, we find out that somehow not only has Palpatine (or a clone, as the conspiracy theorists say) survived and continues to wreck havoc and yield immense prowess, someone literally decided to reproduce with him.

What was it? Was it that knowing, creepy smirk he throws toward Anakin before he tells the tragic tale of Darth Plagueis the Wise? A Sith legend, not really something the Jedi would tell you. Or was it that amazing 360 degree mid-air twirl when in combat with Yoda? I gotta admit, dude had some moves in the sixth episode.

Anyhow, I digress. Whenever I watch the ninth Star Wars episode, which admittedly is not often, I wonder if that is how life (and history) plays out. Do we live our lives thinking that whatever we create is substantial? And will stand the test of time? That people will remember us and value our contributions? Or eventually, will everything that we invested in, good or bad, consequential or not so much, cease to exist along with this? Will the waves of time, in this vast, endless ocean of existence, erase our temporary footprints?

These are the thoughts that wander around in my psyche whenever I watch the ninth Star Wars episode. That, and the fact that Palpatine got laid.



Shiksha Dheda uses poetry(mostly) to express her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Sometimes, she dabbles in photography, painting, and baking lopsided layered cakes. Twitter: @ShikshaWrites

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