Hurts a bit when the rock hits your face, my apprentice, and well it should, for our ally is the force, and through it all is seen. When you stretch out with your feelings, become one with the force, you will then be one with the rock, and your lightsaber a mere extension of your will. You will see all as it truly is. Molecules, packed in various combinations and densities - no different are our bones from the air that surrounds us. In an era such as this, the impossible has been verbally reduced to a trick; too many Jedi prancing about the universe in their humble Jedi finery, showing off parlor tricks and glowing weaponry. We are more civilized than they, as all will soon so blatantly see. Their arrogance betrays them more and more as the years progress. They are a futile band, fading into the circumstance that I create. Even now you watch your Jedi friends destroyed and do not care, for they are lost inside their egos, and we are the riddle they cannot solve. All will despise them as their reputation crumbles. They tear themselves apart. I sense your fear, and your growing hatred for me; it amuses me; it empowers me. I live on your bad intentions, young one. Do not believe I am unaware that every time you call me Master you curse my soul and long for my death. Admit that you have always wanted to destroy all those beneath you. Had you known that I was Sidious it would not have granted you control over your desire. I am the lens through which you focus your rage at the galaxy. I am hatred. I am fear. Embrace your destiny.