So, what
exactly am I spoiling when I tell you (presuming you were, until recently, a
mountain dwelling hermit or one of the other 7 billion people who might not be
familiar with movies made in North America 37 years ago) that Darth Vader is
Luke's father? The surprise, obviously. Like letting slip that we didn't forget
your birthday, and everyone is waiting at your mom's house to leap out and
shout, "Surprise!" when you walk through the door, I have
short-circuited the shock of revelation. Rather than being confronted,
suddenly, with something that radically alters your view of the situation,
kicking your mind into high gear as it scrambles to integrate this new thing
you’ve learned into a coherent view of what’s happening right now, I’ve
prepared you beforehand. So, when you hear Darth Vader say, “I am your father,”
(or everyone shout “Surprise!”) you’re ready for it. You’ve already adjusted
to the situation before it happened.
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In many an
area of life, this is rightly considered a good thing, this preparation
beforehand.
