Being the knuckle-dragging block head that I am, I ripped another idea from Mark’s blog called In Search of Yoda. Eventually, I will have an original thought. Anyway, he wrote about some people’s innate desire to travel the world, high and low, in search of a master or guru. One particularly thought provoking passage from his post was:
“Maybe we need the idea that there is someone who knows the way, and that certain someone, that master can lead us to the person that we want to be. Maybe they can help us become Jedis, maybe we need Yoda’s because they are easier to believe in than ourselves.”
Well, I found him and he teaches a class in Centerville. He wasn’t a little green goblin-man, though. This Yoda was a jovial, barrel-chested man named Walt. I learned some stuff, and will be back on occasion to learn some more stuff. Enlightenment is a thirty-five minute drive, thus, I’m spared the treacherous journey to the Dagobah System.