Hell is Other People, in Space

This post may or may not have any meaning or any underlying reality.
But you should still go watch Star Wars as interpreted by  French existentialist writer Jean Paul Sartre.
It is more interesting than it sounds.
As evidence of my theory, I present naked projections of my angst:

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Echoes: Sometimes a Death Star is just a Death Star.
Just thought I would slip that in, Sigmund...