That Yoda Quote

“No! Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.”

I’m going to use a synonymous phrase instead.

“No try, only do.”

Yoda may have been trying to ease Luke’s anxiety about taking on a galactic empire and nothing more but the words he chose are fraught with meaning. Of course, dissecting the semantics in an Eastern-inspired phrase is essentially pointless – but so is everything else. So fuck it.
Obviously in our Western lexicon we have the verbs “try” and “do” which mean different things. To try means to attempt and to do means accomplish. These are different. So now we’re here: we have trying and doing all figured out. If you were to get saucy and decide to split hairs over trying to do and doing tries, yes, you’re right forever. You’re also an asshole.
What Yoda is saying is actually quite literal. No try, only do, in this context, means: If you’re going to fight off the entire empire, you should leave no room for doubt. Yoda is trying to instill Luke with confidence enough to defeat Vader – which is an obscene amount of confidence to have for a 20 year old who learned how to sword fight from a green midget in a swamp. What I am going to do is explain why the phrase worked(s).
First, some back-peddling. Star Wars has a plethora of Eastern influences ranging from philosophy to costume design and a significant portion of this influence is stuffed into the concept of the Jedi. If you’re unaware of the Jedi, you’re either a genius or, more likely, a terrible person. I’m not saying you can’t be both but if you are, you are seriously wasting time when you could be saving the world. So the Jedi exemplify the Eastern ideas and Yoda is the most badass Jedi so naturally, he would dispense the greatest wisdom – or the coolest nonsense, they’re basically the same thing. What I’m getting at is Yoda is the Dalai Lama of Star Wars and what he says is the realest shit in the galaxy. Except for the huge letters that recap earlier events in the other films.
When Yoda says “There is no try, only do.” not only is he fully capable of dropping the mic and walking into the swamp to enjoy his bitchin’ self and smoke some force-spice but he is also giving the audience a nugget of advice from on high. In effect, he’s hacking up commonly used language that comes with a self-destruct button. To try, or attempt, leaves room for failure. Yoda says “Fuck failure, you got this.” And so he knows Luke won’t try to defeat the empire, he’ll do it. In a phrase so tiny, the Jedi master hides a bit of wisdom we’ve known for quite some time, but is easy to forget. Believe in yourself.
Failure is ever present. In fact, failure succeeds about as much as success fails. It’s nuts. Failure is inevitable, like death and runny poops. If something is inevitable, like runny poops, instead of worrying about it coming, cause it will, we should prepare for it. Knowing and worrying are different and one of them sucks the life out of everything. It’s the one I didn’t capitalize, for all you who are hanging on my every word. Yoda knew if Luke ever thought he might fail the stress of fighting a fucking empire would destroy his training and Vader would whoop Luke so bad he would have less limbs than his father. Luke, not wanting to live life as an evil head and torso adorned by cybernetics would find this most distasteful. Yoda knew that, because Yoda is a goddamn hero.
If we take this advice, being the Luke Skywalker of our own lives, we can see that anything we’ve deemed worthy of trying, should be worthy of doing and if we’re going to try it, we may as well do it with everything we’ve got. “No try, only do.” means giving all the percents you have 100, 200, I don’t care, it means no pussy-footing or half-assing, it means diving in ready for whatever may come, it means buying 3 hot dogs and eating 4, it means, in a world where anything is possible trying just holds you back from what you could be doing.


The Spider and The Ape

I live in a doll’s house. A place with thin walls and plastic ghosts frozen on fake cushions. Mirrors reflect nothing but in that nothing, they reflect everything. See, that’s the funny part; The lifeless eyes of the dolls inside are pried open by understanding – they have seen the face of Life and so have become lifeless. They have breathed and so have become breathless. They have moved and so have become frozen. Frozen in infinity, where nothing moves and all is alive. I live in a doll’s house, and this is my happy family.
There’s mommy and daddy, the spider and the ape, who live in my domicile. Daddy was walking through the corridors, all pastel and bright. Until he found a little spider and to his delight, she let him scoop her up and guide her through night. When he finished his walk to the end of the hall, the spider whispered the greatest secret of them all “Night is around you when in my arms. I require no assistance to travel these halls. I cry on the shoulders of the dark.” The ape was confused. He knew she needed him – why else would she stand in the corner accompanied by tears? “But you were afraid, and I who has no fear came to guide you through this maze of ink.” Said the ape. “You are small, like a thread connecting my web to the jam of a door. I will show you the center of the web so that you may know just how frail I am.” And the ape was shown the silk highways stretching far into the ether. He was shown all the paths that lay before him and all the ways he’s been trapped. The ape froze in terror there in the center of the web and he looked at the spider, the Queen of the Universe, and he kissed her.

“I’ve found you again.” Said the spider. “Now give me your fingers, lest your body becomes mush too soon.” And the ape put all his limbs into the air so the spider might use them for wondrous things.

The spider ate the fly, this we know too well – but what of the ape?

The ape widened himself, placing a hand in the four corners of his world. He became the world so that the spider might save her silk. He was Atlas and Gaia, simultaneously holding the world up and becoming it. His mountains would hold the sky.

The spider thanked him by bringing him food – his diet depending on her own. The ape ate flies and mice until the spider came to him one day and asked him “Are you happy here as my world, whose mountains hold up my sky?”
“I am what you say I am.”
“Then you are mine forever.”
“As I have always been.”

And the spider covered the ape in a cocoon and imbibed him. His strength, his power, his fury and his might, all turned to thick liquid absorbed by the spider.

The two were married and of marriage is borne children.

Through the windows of my doll house, there is a sky painted white with woven threads. The curvature of my world told by the slope of the web in which it is housed. The stars never move and the endless serpents of silk push through the black dirt in exactly the same paths as they ever have.

Oh the sky is a liar! It promises freedom and rewards soaring madness. “Look at me! Look at me! I am full of splendor and joy!” It says. But when you look, it becomes as empty as your head.
“Made you look! Made you look!” It says as a gaseous grin tears it in half.

The spider, my mother sarcophagi, descends on a string made of light “One day, my little child, I will eat you just as I have eaten your father. And one day, when a scornful babe walks through your universe, I will ride upon its shoulders to a whole new house for dolls, just like you.” Said the spider as she crawled behind the moon.