A stream of consciousness post from my sci-fi side:
Thanks to “Harsh Reality” for asking the question:
“Who else is tired of all the killing and would like a little peace?”
One of his comments got me to thinking about whether an alien invasion would unite humanity and bring peace. It could, ultimately. But it would probably take a while, like when Darth Vader ultimately brought balance to the force as predicted. It just took a really long time for Vader to turn back into Anakin Skywalker and throw the evil emperor into the whatchamacallit. Luke believed his father could be saved when he said, “I know there is good in him. I have felt it.” He was right. But don’t let that keep you in an unhealthy or abusive relationship. Luke didn’t live with his crazy, bully of a father. He only visited long enough to trick the emperor into getting thrown to his death. (Luke had huge faith in the Force.) If Anakin had survived, his torment would have been hard to live with.
I found this touching video of the death of Vader/Anakin where he recalls happier moments:
What I really like about this story is that while Anakin turning to the dark side brought despair instead of the balance the Jedi knights hoped for, this had to happen so that he could eventually kill the emperor many years later in order to save his son who saved him. Everything had seemed so wrong, but worked out right in the end.
So never give up hope. Speaking of which, let’s hope peace comes to our planet, without an alien invasion, unless it’s a invasion of logic from the Vulcans.
Has there been a time in your life when things seemed all wrong, but eventually worked out right?