Vahtik De'Gorrei
Sky-tracer
Coruscant:
Jedi Temple, Padawan Living Quarters:
Jedi Temple, Padawan Living Quarters:
Religion was something that honestly confused me. No matter how much anyone had explained various Gods and Goddesses to me, none of it made sense. But believing in something felt important. It seemed like I had to think there was something out there besides what we could see and touch. Over time a part of me developed theories, ideas, and formed my own sort of... religion, I guess. Science dictated it, while still allowing the supernatural to take part in a way that made logical sense. For the most part it had served me well, filling the gap that had been growing in my chest.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed, merely transferred or changed in format.
When someone dies, where does their energy go?
Does it go around them, becoming the planet they lived on?
Or does it gather, forming a soul that will take on another life in another body?
Perhaps it does either, or neither.
What if it scatters, and a person becomes the universe, becomes a unique, important part of it?
That is what I hope. I hope to one day return to where life came from, the stars, the earth, the vast galaxy. Science tells us that that chemicals and elements that make life up came from a star's nucleus, and were sent out when that star exploded or died. So screw Gods and Goddesses. A star died so that we may all live. What made the shining orbs of gas is unknown to me, though that does not matter. The beauty of the universe is enough to satisfy my soul. Nature is something to be adored and studied. Or at least that's what I think.
Ever since I started weaving my own idea of why we exist, what happens to us after we die, and other things religions cover, I've made it a daily routine to 'pray' in the morning. Many other padawans do similar things, though they send their thanks and wishes to those they believe in. Nothing wrong with that. I doubt everyone in existence will ever all believe the same thing, even if a God were to come out from the heavens to deliver their holy (or unholy) message. Just another part of life.
Kneeling at the foot of my bed, I cupped my hands and held them in my lap, in a way close to how I usually meditate. Then I sat still for a moment, focusing my thoughts and centering myself. Using the force I reached out, feeling the energy flowing around me. It was peaceful, relaxing. Something I'd never willingly give up. And then I spoke, reciting the words I speak every day.
"Traveler of the stars, essence of the universe, creation of nature. Endless energy connecting us all... Science is future, future is science. The beauty of the worlds is all I need. Let it guide me, direct me, and show me where the path lies hidden. May others find their way, following the erratic journey of fate. Traveler of the stars, be at peace." My voice was soft, but even so it seemed to carry, filling the near-empty room with ease. Once that was done I turned to rise, wishing to train, or perhaps even attempt to socialize.