"I am one with the Force; the Force is with me."

[eldritchhobbit]

So the the short version of the story is this: I love Rogue One. I really, really love it. I dislike trying to rank the Star Wars films, because they have different voices and purposes, but if I had to do so, this one would rank very high indeed.

I'm really looking forward to tackling this in my "The Force of Star Wars: Examining the Epic" course

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[eldritchhobbit]

...i guess the reason i am quibbling is because of my grandson, who doesn't have as yet, the ability to see that the Rebels shouldn't be ....well, deified.

I see what you mean. And I'm afraid I don't have much useful to say here. I wasn't very good with children when I was one (ha, understatement!), and, learning my lesson, I've had limited exposure since. I figure I'll wait 'til people are at least eighteen before I get very much involved. ;) So I'm unqualified to comment. But that said, I always found when I was young that an honest conversation went a long way toward helping me see the gray between the black and the white. Even if I didn't "get" the full picture until later, the conversation stuck with me, and that mattered.

I do remember as a young thing being deeply perplexed and concerned about why Obi-Wan might have lied to Luke Skywalker about his father. It was a loooong few years between Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, and I was shaken by the idea that the mentor might have misled the student. Much angst. Many conversations. Oh, my poor parents (she thinks in retrospect)!

My news feed just told me about Debbie. Oh, what a heartbreak. this is too much.

It is tragic, isn't it? I feel so much for Carrie's brother/Debbie's son and Carrie's daughter/Debbie's granddaughter. Either loss would be so much to handle, but both?

By the way, if I haven't said it lately, thank you for your friendship. You are a treasure and a blessing, and I'm most grateful that we've stayed in touch.

[jan_u_wine]

what has proved true for me: when you are actually raising the little errrr.....Daleks.....you are having these honest convos and you are thinking how great it is going, (or sometimes not, as is the case when they become teenagers, usually: you remember!).....and then, proof-in-pudding-wise, you find out that you might have been wrong. There are so many factors that go into a human being. You, for example, enjoy the strange, the macabre.....the visceral, even. For want of me really *knowing* you, I would apply that Sally Sparrow quote that says that sadness is 'happy for deep people'. You have turned the dark into a sort of light, taken what is valuable and 'deep' from it. But, having seen my own children grow up, having seen the reap-age of (at least part of ) my sowing, seeing how in love with violence the present world is, I worry that young minds, no matter how honest a convo is there, will not go down the path of thinking before doing.

Every child is different, every *raising* different. And you can't, to a great degree, control the thousands of variables. So, i wonder, and am afraid at the accepted portrayal of violence in our lives...at the actual violence in our lives. Yes, these things are all chances for a parent to sit down with a child and talk about what they've seen, what it means, what it *should* mean. But how many parents do that? I'd be willing to say.....not very many. The hindsight of grandparents (who can see their own misfires) is 20/20. Not so much when you are *in* the process.

Ai, well, life will continue; children will grow into adults and the world will change. And then it will change again. And again. We will learn. We will fail, we will succeed. We will be stoopid and we will be wise.

(and we will lie and be lied to. Yes, even about things as important as our paternity!) (there is one of these massive lies in my own family, and it was an earth-shaker when I found out)

(it would be interesting to know if your parents remember those conversations and, if so, what their take is on them. (if your parents have departed, I apologize)).

Re Debbie and Carrie: I saw Todd on tv last week and he seemed very, very composed. Maybe he actually *was* composed; perhaps that is his nature. But, remembering the calm that I had when my father died, it could be that he is in that bubble-wrap of shock that keeps us a bit safe until we can take in the concept of such a tragedy. Nevertheless, it is impossible to imagine what the family is going through. My heart goes out to them.

Thank *you* for your companionship and friendship in this journey of life. Are you not a jewel among hobbits (even those of the eldritch kind)? Yes, you *are*!!!! Thank you for all your kind words. (not to mention this wonderful and intelligent forum!)

(sorry for the novel!)