snagged from theatrical_muse - Religion - 274 words

[morally_cryptic]

People called the Jedi way a religion. But, to Anakin, that just went to show that they didn't understand at all. The Force was not a god to be worshipped. He was pretty sure the Force didn't care one way or another if people worshipped it though he imagined that if it could actually speak it would be amused at the idea. When he'd been a child, his mother hadn't taught him to follow any particular religion, placing more emphasis on more the more immediate, mundane realities of life. He remembered the stories he heard around him, though, the spacers who talked about the angels from the moons of Iego, the various denizens of Mos Espa with their varied beliefs. Many of the podracers themselves had various things they would pray to or give offerings to before a race. Not that it ever seemed to do most of them any good. Someone had once remarked sourly to Watto that the Toydarian's only religion was the way of money and the shopkeeper had laughed and said that sounded about right.

Then the Jedi had come and Anakin had learned about a whole new sort of belief, something that had results he could actually see. But it wasn't a religion. Anakin didn't believe in gods. Or, at least, he'd never seen one do anything for those who said they followed it. But the Force, that was something he knew existed, it was something he felt around him constantly. It was the way of the Jedi. But, he figured, if kneeling before some nonexistent god made a person happy who was he to say anything about it?