One is unapproachable.
The unapproachable light is a bit like the radio show "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me!" On NPR's National Public Radio. We would all like to be in the audience of said established universe with stars and maybe skip jumping the wars, as have been rumored within the psyches. Not a bad applause for Ahsoka who has done well, when she makes it her own and as we'd all like too plea for the cause in theory, we do or do not because the price to "try" and paid for us is too steep.
In lies the freedom of responsibility and the baring up of each other in a vast and troubled galaxy!
Separation has been something dirty deeds done dirt cheap, for itself, when unity will heal us all. ~AC/DC
~ To paraphrase Green Day Torn to Shreds and Disjointed before the final call.
88 miles an hour doesn't grant you light speed back to the future but in putting that speed limit sign or posting it back in the sector of the plot might possibly in the nick of time grant you the distance between stars and wars by many parsecs. Liable to still knock back a few moons into the rearview! Wars are sojourned to callback-like blood more eloquently as able for the cause rather than becoming spilled in battle nor being on anyone's hands. We've entered peace through branches of abiding vines and in a jungle of brush, as when Ahsoka or you and I speak of Leia, Luke or son and daughter, also, in the forces of training. The expectancy is the fertile tiller of the lands, and a vacuum of the heavenly beckoning.
It is not going to change the spoken blessings nor spoken retained prophecy or that a heart of the Lord's being among Jedi or Rebel causes.
It is a twist of the wrist to let sabers fly and not the tongue as a pen can be mightier, but forgiveness and mercy will be the truth regardless of the Ramones type Commando lullaby lulls of nations and hierarchy within the Vader experience or Darth Maul's, subsequently.
