Poem

This poem is from the Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith novel. I am putting it on the blog because it truely shows the nature of the struggle for human rights. Please take it seriously and read it too the end. If you dont read it to the end, you wont get the point of the poem.

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 in hiding from us the truth of others.

The dark protects us from what we dare not know.

Its second gift is comforting illusion: the case of gentle dreams in nights embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day. Because it is day that is temporary.

Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which they wheel, the the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.

Which each victory of the light, it is the dark the wins."

"The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.

It always wins because it is everywhere.

It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow."

"The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins-but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars."

I have also placed a video, at the bottom of the post, of the poem if you would just like to listen to it.