Heroes shouldn't die. It is far too sad when they do. No, heroes were made to keep on saving everyone else's lives. They shouldn't die.

I think that's why I cried when I watched Star Wars Episode III this afternoon. I sat by myself surrounded by strangers in the middle of a movie theater, and I wept my eyes out. If you're not a Star Wars fan, you wouldn't understand. If you are, watch the movie. George Lucas finally got something right in his new "old" trilogy.

I wept because the Jedi died. They had to die; they were all murdered by the Emperor before Episode IV, the first of the original trilogy. But they were doing their best, working to save people. They didn't expect it. They didn't deserve death. Why do such things happen? It broke my heart.

I don't think I was crying for the Jedi. You never cry for the actual characters when you watch a movie. The sadness strikes you because the movie hit an open nerve of real life. In real life, heroes are murdered. In real life, heroes expect to die. They enter into what they have to do, fully understanding that death ought rationally to await. That's what makes them heroes. And that's why their deaths are so sad, because the fact that they tried to do the impossible solely because it was right ought to guarantee them safe conduct.

When the World Trade Center collapsed on the firemen two days before my 18th birthday, I cried then too. I couldn't shed tears until the firemen died, but then I sobbed. They just wanted to save lives. People shouldn't die for saving lives.

We killed Jesus, the greatest hero of all, and the most innocent. How could we do that? How could I?  ¶ 7:57 PM