Monday, July 25, 2011
3000 BBY: Lost Tribe of the Sith: Pantheon
Are we made in the image and likeness of God, as is told to us in the book of Genesis?
I don’t know.
I don’t think so, which places my faith in a very precarious situation – one that makes my heart ache and makes me feel like a foolish child. If I wasn’t created by God then what am I? What is this all about? Are we and all this matter simply the result of a random sequence of events? Chance? You mean I’m not a delicate and unique snowflake? You mean it’s all just absurd, as my old man would have me believe?
Faith, man. It’s a very hard thing to hold on to in this world: a thing that gets harder and harder for me every day. There are some mornings I wake up so full of faith I feel like I can shine God’s light to the world. And there are other days I feel like a mechanical lantern, dark and cold with no gas.
For me, I think my faith was really challenged in 2007 when I watched a documentary from Nova titled Intelligent Design on Trial, about a landmark course case in America centering on the teaching of evolution in public schools. For the record I was never a creationist, I was a theistic evolutionist, one that believes evolution is viable and compatible with the bible. But now I’m not so sure. The documentary seemed so final, so correct. It made me think God had nothing to do with our existence at all, and made me think that one day I may have to re-evaluate the foundations of human values.
Regardless, I tell all this not to lay out my questions of faith, but to say I identified with Iliana, Korsin Bentado, and Neera when they realized Yaru Korsin was nothing but a slave of Naga Sadow, their entire world view and sense of self-worth crashing to the ground – they weren’t special.
I can see Hilts now, writing frantically in his journal:
Yaru Korsin is dead. Yaru Korsin remains dead, nothing more than a runaway slave of Naga Sadow. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the Tribe has yet owned has been cut to bits under our sabers: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the truth of our origins too great for us to bear? We must make ourselves gods to the universe to be worthy of what we own!
I wonder if this means we’re on the cusp of a Keshiri revolution, leading to a new age of enlightenment for the purple natives of Kesh.
Anyway, JJM’s Lost Tribe of the Sith gets better with each addition. For a while now this series has been working its way up my all-time Star Wars favorites list. Beware Zahn and Perry!
For my next post I’m going to get back on to our chronological path at 39 BBY, and look at Secrets of the Jedi, the Qui-Gon section. Until then my friends, may the Force be with you.