The Rebel Faction

The meaning of life? That question is an important question yet to be answered by many species, but everyone has a different meaning of life, and that meaning will soon be shared to the world. Life is precious but to some people it’s a waste of time because of all that goes on during the issues between war, love, power, lies and truth. All of those meanings are interesting but some are hurtful and deadly.

What is the meaning of life people ask? No one can tell you the meaning of life; you have your own meaning of life because you have a certain goal, which you set to accomplish. The meaning of life is like “The American Dream”, a life that has much to offer and that you can make a life out of, but this isn’t of course about the real world, this is about the Star Wars Galaxy, what is the meaning of life in that Galaxy?

The Star Wars galaxy has had many surprises but we don’t know how it started or when it started. How did the species get created? Like the dinosaurs or just a coincidence? The Republic and the Empire have been at war years upon years and had ended for a short amount of time after The Battle Of Endor but pirates started to take action and make the galaxy not a safe place to be in again.

The concept of life in the galaxy? Everyone has a different theory to life in the galaxy; some think war is the answer; to cause chaos for them and create their own rules like the Empire attempted to do. Some think it’s for peace, to love and protect. Some think the senate has the answer but the senate tells the truth and lies. Some think it’s for power, to takeover the galaxy and create a world for them.

But everyone knows that the concept of life in the Star Wars galaxy is a key clue to know more about what people think about life on his or her point of view. People have been searching across the galaxy for a certain answer for those 5 meanings but their meanings are way different to what other people think about those meanings.


Could the key to the meaning of life in the Star Wars galaxy finally be revealed into a much simpler perspective? Or will it be explained into a precise manner? That meaning of life still awaits to be revealed within the Galaxy...

Love. Love was the motive for manifestation. It is the creative, attractive force in the Universe. Love is magnetic, unifying; it creates understanding and is radiant. It cannot be limited to one person because it flows constantly from and to and through everything. The fire of Love burns away all distinctions and makes us soul-centred individuals.

Love? No. Love was the motive for many a betrayal. It is the trite, toxic force in the Universe. Love is volatile, destructive; it creates chaos and is insidious. It cannot be limited to one person because it consumes, contagiously, plaguing everyone and everything. The fire of Love burns away all of our strengths and leaves us powerless husks of our former selves.

Love conquers all. Perhaps the only truth ever spoken on this vagary. In love there is power. For love, a man would trek the wastelands of time and space. For love, a man would betray everything he has ever stood for. For love, a man would kill. Love is temporary insanity, curable only by the removal of the irritant which incurred the disorder. It is a cancer, and like every cancer it must be cut from the heart before it is given time to fester and to grow, else the victim be rendered a gibbering, incoherent fool.

Love is the very opposite of that which strengthens us – fear. Love embraces equality; fear embraces control. Compassion, mercy, pity; all the bastard children of this hideous concept, love. The necessity to justify existence through a hopeless, and inevitably debilitating, attachment to another sentient being is senseless. Dependence in any form creations instability, as we begin to rely on love as a crutch, a balm to soothe our pain. These lenses through which we look are so rose-tinted that we fail to see that love does not heal, for that which causes pain cannot also soothe it.

And I, above all, shall strive to imbue the fear of God into any man or woman who would fall so freely at the feet of this thing they call love.