9 May 2005
i haven’t gone by the name Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born.
the sixth and final star wars movie is nigh, and i have been watching genndy tartovsky’s fabulous take on the star wars universe with cartoon network’s clone wars microseries.
the stories of the star wars universe resonate with me. they are tales of heroism, coming-of-age, and of destiny. objectively they are not exceptionally high quality, but like all tales heard as children their relative simplicity invites you into the story and they become a part of you.
i think all of us want to be heroes to some extent, to face the challenges of life and emerge triumphant, to have a tale worth telling.
i have always identified with the heroes of the star wars story – wise obi-wan kenobi, bored and frustrated luke skywalker, charismatic and mercenary han solo. these characters influenced archetypes in my mind of what forms heroism can take. i don’t completely understand those who ascribe a religious truth to the force or live their lives according to the precepts of a film, but i do understand the search for meaning. i understand the desire to be special, to be part of something bigger than oneself. i think that desire underpins the attraction of the star wars films.