May The Fourth Be With You. I was just 12 years old when my big sister took me to a preview screening of Star Wars – A New Hope in 1977. We had no idea what we were going to see. From the moment the credits rolled with the star destroyer thundering overhead, until the end of the film when Luke pushed the computer away from his eyes and used the Force to aim the laser cannon into the Death Star’s “fatal flaw”, I knew my life would be separated into “Time before Star Wars” and “Time after Star Wars”. Don’t get me wrong, it is not all perfect. But I have forgiven them the corny ending to A New Hope, the ewoks, the Wookie Christmas Special, Jar Jar Binks, all of Episode 1, and poor Haydn Christensen. Because the themes are universal, and for a 12 year old (now in a 52 year old’s body) incredibly powerful – the struggle between light and dark, the possibility that you have special powers, coming to terms with the relationship with your father, that everything has a weakness including trying to do good, and the power of intuition and feelings. So yes, call me a tragic, but I’ve been pushing the computer guidance away ever since, and relying on a sense of right and wrong and connectedness to guide my actions and constantly give me a new hope.