What manner of power is this?
What kind of Force?
The Jedi must be Sithing me…
That’s the only explanation.
Why else would the good defer to the wicked
Or the purity default to unforgiveness?
“IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME” goes the motto
But if we treat each other like things
We tattoo our own sorrow.
It’s odd how we’re so intricately individual yet, over shadowed by interconnectivity…
You and me.
Like A, B, and C holding it down on their end for Z.
Open your mind.