Head of Christ

Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
You don't believe in the force?" asked Luke, struggling back to his feet. Thenumbing effect of the beam wore off quickly. "I've been from one end of this galaxy to the other," the pilot boasted, "and I'veseen a lot of strange things. To many to believe there couldn't be something like this'force.' Too many to think that there could be some such controlling one's actions.I determine my destiny—not some half-mystical energy field." He gestured towardKenobi. "I wouldn't follow him so blindly, if I were you. He's a clever old man,full of simple tricks and mischief. He might be using you for his own ends." Kenobi only smiled gently, then turned back to face Luke. "I suggest you try itagain, Luke," he said soothingly. "You must try to divorce your actions fromconscious control. Try not to focus on anything concrete, visually or mentally. Youmust let your mind drift, drift; only then can you use the force. You have to enter astate in which you act on what you sense, not on what you think beforehand. Youmust cease cogitation, relax, stop thinking…let yourself drift…free…free…" The old man's voice had dropped to a mesmerizing buzz. As he finished, thechrome bulb darted at Luke. Dazed by Kenobi's hypnotic tone, Luke didn't see itcharge. It's doubtful he saw much of anything with clarity. But as the ball neared,he whirled with amazing speed, the saber arcing up and out in a peculiar fashion.The red beam that the globe emitted was neatly deflected to one side. It hummingstopped and the ball bounced to the deck, all animation gone. Blinking as if coming awake from a short nap, Luke stared in absoluteastonishment at the inert remote.