The Legendary Luke Skywalker - Apparition-Chasing in The Last Jedi

" You think, what? 

I'm gonna walk out with a lasersword and face down the whole First Order..? "

The fact that The Machine in The Room can see  him, and is able to recognise  him means that he is Physically There (even though he actually is not), on that planet, like King Arthur, in The Rebellion's Darkest Hour of Need to perform one, last Miracle on The Field of Battle, and To Turn The Tide from his resting-place on the Isle of Avalon.

As is the fact that he was able to dekiver the dice from the cockpit of The Millenium Falcon - a pair of (unique)  physical objects - to His Sister Leia, Han's Widow :

DORIS: 

Alistair, that was the Secretary General.

BRIGADIER: 

Doris, I don't care if it was The King. 

I'm still retired.

DORIS: 

He said something about... 

'The Doctor being back...' - 

The Folly of Retirement & 
False Resignation : 

White Men and Obsolescence

Parzival, The Fool 

[ A Rey of Hope ] :

We Need Your Help.

We Need The Jedi Order Back.

We need Luke Skywalker.

Master Skywalker :

You don't need Luke Skywalker

Parzival,

The Fool 

Nepthys, The Dark Princess

[ A Rey of Hope ] :

Did you hear a word I just said? -

Master Skywalker :

You think, what?

I'm gonna walk out with a lasersword

and face down the whole First Order?

What did you think was going to happen here?

Do you think that I came...

To the most unfindable place in The Galaxy 

for no reason at all..?

Go away.

Leia is The Hearth

That Boy is Our Last Hope...

No. There is Another.

No -  Not Leia : Leia's Son

When She Has One.

A Man's Gotta Do What a Man's Gotta Do.

But here’s the problem. 

This is something my wife has pointed out, too. She said, ‘Well men are going to have to stand up for themselves.’ 

But here’s the problem.
I know how to stand up to a man who’s unfairly trespassing against me. 

And the reason I know that is because the parameters for my resistance are quite well defined, which is: we talk, we argue, we push, and then it becomes physical. 

If we move beyond the boundaries of civil discourse, we know what the next step is.

That’s forbidden in discourse with women. And so I don’t think that men can control crazy women. 

Camile Paglia: 
Well I’ve seen - I don’t know if this crosses into other countries - that there’s a certain kind of taunting and teasing that men, that boys do with each other that toughens them, where they don’t take things seriously. 

But a girl’s feelings become extremely hurt if she hears something that’s very tough, sarcastic against her. 

So I do feel that there are profound differences between the sexes in terms of emotions, in terms of communication patterns. 


My father used to say that he could never follow women’s conversations. 

He said 'Women don’t even finish sentences', 


[ Because they don't have to ]

that women understand immediately what the other woman is saying. 


And women tend to be more interested in - or have been traditionally more interested in - soap operas. It’s not just that the women were home without jobs. It’s that honestly, I believe that soap opera does reflect, does mirror, the way women talk to each other. 


These communication patterns have been built up through women - The World of Women, which. . . It made sense that there was a division of labor. 

It wasn’t sexism against women that there was a division of labor. 

The men went off to hunt and did the dangerous things. 

The women stayed around The Hearth because you had pregnant women, nursing women, older women, that were cooking and so on.
So I feel that these communication patterns that we’re talking about have been built up over the centuries. 






















Men had to toughen each other to go out. 


The hunting parties of Native Americans. . .
 They could be gone for two weeks when the temperature was below zero. 

Many of them died. 

[ Just as a lot of the women died in childbirth, too - that's equally dangerous ]

The idea that somehow. . .  


‘Oh, any kind of separation of the sexes, or different spheres of the sexes, is inherently sexist’. . . 

That is wrong. 


Luckily we’ve been, what would you call, invaded by stupid terrorists instead of smart terrorists, because a smart terrorist could do an unbelievable amount of damage in a very short period of time. 

And it’s just God’s good graces that that hasn’t happened yet. 


Paglia: 
What will happen is that it’s The Men. . . 

The Men Will Reconstruct Civilization,

while The Women cower in the houses 

and 

Have The Men go out and do all The Dirty Work. 

That’s what’s going to happen again. 

Only Men will bring civilization back again.

Dedication

To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare

BY BEN JONSON

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, 

Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; 

While I confess thy writings to be such 

As neither man nor muse can praise too much; 

'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways 

Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; 

For seeliest ignorance on these may light, 

Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right; 

Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance 

The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance; 

Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, 

And think to ruin, where it seem'd to raise. 

These are, as some infamous bawd or whore 

Should praise a matron; what could hurt her more? 

But thou art proof against them, and indeed, 

Above th' ill fortune of them, or the need. 

I therefore will begin. Soul of the age! 

The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! 

My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by 

Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie

A little further, to make thee a room: 

Thou art a monument without a tomb, 

And art alive still while thy book doth live 

And we have wits to read and praise to give. 

That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses,

I mean with great, but disproportion'd Muses, 

For if I thought my judgment were of years, 

I should commit thee surely with thy peers, 

And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, 

Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line. 

And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek, 

From thence to honour thee, I would not seek 

For names; but call forth thund'ring Aeschylus, 

Euripides and Sophocles to us; 

Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, 

To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, 

And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on, 

Leave thee alone for the comparison 

Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome 

Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. 

Tri'umph, my Britain, thou hast one to show 

To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. 

He was not of an age but for all time! 

And all the Muses still were in their prime, 

When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm 

Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! 

Nature herself was proud of his designs 

And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, 

Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, 

As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.

The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, 

Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, 

But antiquated and deserted lie, 

As they were not of Nature's family. 

Yet must I not give Nature all: thy art, 

My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. 

For though the poet's matter nature be, 

His art doth give the fashion; and, that he 

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, 

(Such as thine are) and strike the second heat 

Upon the Muses' anvil; turn the same 

(And himself with it) that he thinks to frame, 

Or, for the laurel, he may gain a scorn; 

For a good poet's made, as well as born; 

And such wert thou. Look how the father's face 

Lives in his issue, even so the race 

Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines 

In his well-turned, and true-filed lines; 

In each of which he seems to shake a lance, 

As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance. 

Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were 

To see thee in our waters yet appear, 

And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, 

That so did take Eliza and our James! 

But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere 

Advanc'd, and made a constellation there! 

Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage 

Or influence, chide or cheer the drooping stage; 

Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, 

And despairs day, but for thy volume's light. 

The Bad Boy Thing

Beyond Your Control

Graduation is only a few days away, and the recruits of Platoon 3092 are salty.

They are ready to eat their own guts and ask for seconds.

The Drill Instructors are Proud to See That We are Growing 

Beyond Their Control.

The Marine Corps Does Not Want Robots.

The Marine Corps Wants Killers.

The Marine Corps wants to build Indestructible Men, 

Men Without Fear.

Dark Ages Monastacism : It's The Men Who Will Bring Civilisation Back Again

I say,

'Civilisation, yes!' 




Paglia: 
What Will Happen is -

 It’s The Men. . . 

The Men will reconstruct Civilisation while The Women cower in the houses and have The Men go out and do all The Dirty Work. 

That’s what’s going to happen again. 

Only Men Will Bring Civilisation 

Back Again.

Grandpa Fred: 

Creature —

What is it That You Want?

Brain : 

Fred, what we want is, I think, what everyone wants, 

and what you and your viewers have: 

Civilisation.

Grandpa Fred: 

Yes, but what sort of Civilisation are you speaking of?

Brain : 

The niceties, Fred. 

The fine points: 
Diplomacy, Compassion, 
Standards, Manners, 

Tradition... 

That's what we're reaching toward. 

Oh, we may stumble along the way, but Civilization, yes. 

The Geneva Convention, 
Chamber Music, 
Susan Sontag. 

Everything Your Society has worked so hard to accomplish over the centuries, 
That's what We aspire to - 

We Want to be Civilised.

[a Gremlin with a beanie cap acts goofy next to Brain]

Brain : 

You take a look at this fellow here.

[Brain shoots the Gremlin in the head. The Gremlins in the bar laugh. Grandpa Fred and Kujitsu leave]

Brain : 

Now, was that Civilised? 

No, clearly not. 

Fun, but in no sense civilised. 

Now, bear in mind, none of us has been in New York before. 

There are the Broadway Shows - 
We'll have to find out how to get tickets. 

There's also a lot of street crime, 
but I believe we can watch that for free. 

We want The Essentials. 

Dinettes. Complete bedroom groups. 

Convenient Credit, 
even though we've been turned down in The Past....

Michonne: 

What-- what are you doing? 

Rick! Rick! 

( walkers snarling ) 

( grunting ) 

Michonne:

Rick's out There. 

Denise Didimus,

The Twin :

[ performing surgery ]

Hold on. 

Michonne:

He needs my help. 

Denise Didimus, 

The Twin :

Just one more suture. 

Michonne:

But he's out there. 

Denise Didimus, 

The Twin :

 This is His Son. 

Give me a Second. 

Aaron, 

The Unarmed, 

Incompetent Prophet : 

He's taking them all on. 

Michonne:

We have to go get him. 

Aaron, 

The Unarmed, 

Incompetent Prophet : 

What? 

Michonne:

We have to. This is it. 

Denise: 

Okay, got it. 

Knock 'em away. 

Drive 'em down. 

We can beat 'em. 

We can beat 'em! 

Rick, The Lionhearted : 

Drive 'em back. That's it. 

We can do this together! 

(Judy Christ Crying ) 

Will you take her? 

Of course. 

Come with me. Okay, okay. Thank you. It's okay. 

Villager :

Gabriel. What are you doing? 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

We've been praying... together. 

Praying that God will save Our Town. 

Well, our prayers have been answered. 

God will save Alexandria... 

Because God has given us the courage 

to save it ourselves. 

Guys, it's thinning out there in front. 

We need to get out there. 

Rick's making A Stand. 

Eugene, 

The Natural Coward: 

How's that? 

Rosita Espinoza, 

You Are Damn-Near Perfection :

He's Out There fighting Them 

with Michonne and some others. 

Carol,

The Mom :

It's time. Up the alley. I'm going.

Denise is safe. 

Tara :

Did you see her? 

Carol,

The Mom :

Yeah, she made it to the infirmary.

I'm gonna go help Rick.

Morgan,

Enkidu, The First Friend

Spirit of The Wilderness :

I'm going, too. 

Tara: 

I'm with you. 

Rosita Espinoza, 

You Are Damn-Near Perfection : 

All right, me, too. 

Eugene, 

The Natural Coward:

Right behind you. 

Rosita Espinoza, 

You Are Damn-Near Perfection :

Eugene, you don't have to. 

Eugene, 

The Natural Coward:

That's incorrect. I do. 

No-one gets to clock-out Today. 

And, Hell - This is a Story People are Gonna Tell.

The Galaxy is Doomed

"The Earth is Definitely Doomed..."

- Rupert Giles

Let Them Contend Together and Leave Uruk in Quiet.

Your Best Friend is Always Someone Somehow Fundamentally Different to You

When Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation,  

‘You made Him, O Aruru, 
now create His equal; 

Let it be as like Him as His own reflection, 
His Second Self, 
Stormy Heart for Stormy Heart. 

Let them Contend Together
 and leave Uruk in quiet.’

So The Goddess conceived an image in her mind, 
and it was Of The Stuff of Anu of The Firmament.

She dipped her hands in Water and pinched off clay [Earth], 
she let it fall in The Wilderness, 
and noble Enkidu was created. 

There was virtue in him of The God of War, 
of Ninurta himself. 

His body was rough, 
he had long hair like a woman’s; 

It waved like the hair of Nisaba, 
The Goddess of Corn. 

His body was covered with matted hair like Samuqan’s, 
The God of Cattle. 

He was Innocent of Mankind; 
He knew nothing of the cultivated land.

 
TUVOK:
Vulcans Do Not Dance.

NEELIX: 
I'm going to make it my personal mission to get you to dance at least once before we reach Earth. 

TUVOK: 
Then I suggest you find a more productive hobby.

TUVOK: 
You wanted to see me. 

NEELIX: 

I've detected five warp capable species within two light years of the planet where we're taking the Talaxians. 
I'm worried they might be vulnerable to attack. 

TUVOK: 
They would be vulnerable anywhere. 

NEELIX: 
I thought maybe you could help me devise some defence strategies for their new home. 

TUVOK: 
Frankly, Mister Neelix, they don't seem inclined to defend themselves. 

NEELIX: 

No, I suppose not. 

TUVOK: 
But if they were going to make a stand, their emotional attachment to their present home might be an asset. 

NEELIX: 

Are you saying they should stay? 

TUVOK: 

I'm speaking hypothetically. 

NEELIX: 

Hypothetically, if they wanted to defend the asteroid, 

How would they do it? 

TUVOK: 

To begin with they would need to establish some kind of perimeter. 

NEELIX: 
You mean shields? 

TUVOK: 

Yes. The miners are monitoring the asteroid. 
If they detected the Talaxians erecting a shield, they would attempt to stop them. 

NEELIX: 

I suppose so. 

TUVOK: 

Your people would need competent leadership to defend against a pre-emptive attack. 

NEELIX: 

If you had the captain's permission, 
would you be willing to provide that leadership? 

TUVOK: 

Certainly not. 

It would be a violation of the Prime Directive. 

And even if it weren't, 

I don't believe that I am the person most qualified to assume that role. 

NEELIX: 

You mean me? 

TUVOK: 

I am merely speaking hypothetically. 

NEELIX:

I couldn't lead those people, Mister Tuvok. 

I'm not a fighter. 

I'm just a cook who sometimes imagines himself to be a diplomat. 

TUVOK: 

On the contrary, Mister Neelix. 

You are much more than that. 

You are perhaps the most resourceful individual I have ever known. 

NEELIX: 

I always thought you just tolerated me...

TUVOK: 

You do have some annoying habits. 

However, during your time on Voyager you've developed many valuable skills. 

Skills that would serve you well if you ever decided to assume a leadership role. 

NEELIX: 

You really think so? 

TUVOK: 

Let me be clear. 

I'm not urging you to do anything. 

I'm simply telling you that I believe that you are more than capable.

Shame

Tony Stark is Drunk - He Has Fallen and He Can't Get Up.

He Needs Help.

Whilst in The Underworld, He is visited by The Spirit of His Dead Father.

 " Fair Question.

Because what I've done to myself may not have been, by anyone else's standards a Good Idea, or even a Moral Idea.

Involving any of The Good People I Know would make them accessories to something I KNOW they don't want or need any part of.

And the other types.... The 'Bad Guys.' Yeah... Not so into hoping I can trust them with all this. "

Women Make Men Self-Conscious. And Civilised.

"But then... The Worst Thing happened to You that could happen to any Fighter - 

You Got Civilised. "

- St. Michael

" So The Goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness, and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the God of War, of Ninurta himself. His body was rough, he had long hair like a woman’s; it waved like the hair of Nisaba, the Goddess of Corn. His body was covered with matted hair like Samuqan’s, the God of Cattle. He was innocent of mankind; he knew nothing of the cultivated land.

Enkidu ate grass in the hills with the gazelle and lurked with wild beasts at the water-holes; he had joy of the water with the herds of wild game. But there was a trapper who met him one day face to face at the drinking-hole, for the wild game had entered his territory. On three days he met him face to face, and the trapper was frozen with fear. He went back to his house with the game that he had caught, and he was dumb, benumbed with terror. His face was altered like that of one who has made a long journey. With awe in his heart he spoke to his father: ‘Father, there is a man, unlike any other, who comes down from the hills. He is the strongest in the world, he is like an immortal from heaven. He ranges over the hills with wild beasts and eats grass; he ranges through your land and comes down to the wells. I am afraid and dare not go near him. He fills in the pits which I dig and tears up my traps set for the game; he helps the beasts to escape and now they slip through my fingers.’

His father opened his mouth and said to the trapper, ‘My son, in Uruk lives Gilgamesh; no one has ever prevailed against him, he is strong as a star from heaven. Go to Uruk, find Gilgamesh, extol the strength of this wild man. 

Ask him to give you a harlot, a wanton from the temple of love; return with her, and let her woman’s power overpower this man. When next he comes down to drink at the wells she will be there, stripped naked; and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her, and then the wild beasts will reject him.’

So the trapper set out on his journey to Uruk and addressed himself to Gilgamesh saying, ‘A man unlike any other is roaming now in the pastures; he is as strong as a star from heaven and I am afraid to approach him. He helps the wild game to escape; he fills in my pits and pulls up my traps.’ Gilgamesh said, Trapper, go back, take with you a harlot, a child of pleasure. At the drinking-hole she will strip, and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her and the game of the wilderness will surely reject him.’

Now the trapper returned, taking the harlot with him. After a three days’ journey they came to the drinking-hole, and there they sat down; the harlot and the trapper sat facing one another and waited for the game to come. For the first day and for the second day the two sat waiting, but on the third day the herds came; they came down to drink and Enkidu was with them. The small wild creatures of the plains were glad of the water, and Enkidu with them, who ate grass with the gazelle and was born in the hills; and she saw him, the savage man, come from far-off in the hills. The trapper spoke to her: ‘There he is. Now, woman, make your breasts bare, have no shame, do not delay but welcome his love. Let him see you naked, let him possess your body. When he comes near uncover yourself and lie with him; teach him, the savage man, your woman’s art, for when he murmurs love to you the wild beasts that shared his life in the hills will reject him.’

She was not ashamed to take him, she made herself naked and welcomed his eagerness; as he lay on her murmuring love she taught him the woman’s art. For six days and seven nights they lay together, for Enkidu had forgotten his home in the hills; but when he was satisfied he went back to the wild beasts. Then, when the gazelle saw him, they bolted away; when the wild creatures saw him they fled. Enkidu would have followed, but his body was bound as though with a cord, his knees gave way when he started to run, his swiftness was gone. And now the wild creatures had all fled away; Enkidu was grown weak, for wisdom was in him, and the thoughts of a man were in his heart. 

So he returned and sat down at the woman’s feet, and listened intently to what she said. ‘You are wise, Enkidu, and now you have become like a god. Why do you want to run wild with the beasts in the hills? Come with me. I will take you to strong-walled Uruk, to the blessed temple of Ishtar and of Anu, of love and of heaven : there Gilgamesh lives, who is very strong, and like a wild bull he lords it over men.’

When she had spoken Enkidu was pleased; he longed for a comrade, for one who would understand his heart. ‘Come, woman, and take me to that holy temple, to the house of Anu and of Ishtar, and to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people. I will challenge him boldly, I will cry out aloud in Uruk, “I am the strongest here, I have come to change the old order, I am he who was born in the hills, I am he who is strongest of all.”’