his fucking smirk kills me.
Han…
The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but from hiding us the truth of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night’s embrace, the beauty that imaginations brings to what would repel in day’s harsh light. But the greatest of its comfort is the illusion that dark is temporary: that every night brings new day. Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
The third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinte black through which they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of it’s own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.
- Revenge of the Sith novel (Matthew Stover)
Yoda; Revenge of the Sith
