There is no emotion, there is peace.
Not for nothing, but you look pretty emotional to me. Do you need to excuse yourself? To compose yourself? To draft an apology? Let’s loop in Imperial HR to discuss the ways we can support you during this period of distress. 

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
You actually expect me to believe there is no ignorance? You think me that naive? Ignorance is the driving force (no pun intended) of this putrid planet,
where knowledge is vilified to the point that only villains are smart (mwah ha ha).

There is no passion, there is serenity.
Do you hear yourself? “Sorry babe, Master Yoda says I gotta stay serene,” as you reach for the XBox controller and another Diet Dr. Pepper. Small wonder your girlfriend keeps waking up in my Mustafaran mansion.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.
You listen too closely to perceive the complete movement. Only those with ears to hear can overcome the lilting din of the galactic chorus to appreciate my background bedlam orchestrations. If your feeble mind can make out my melody, it is because I allow it. 

There is no death, there is the Force.
On this we can agree. A bit. While I grow greater in the darkness, joining the Force will only be the beginning, not of your ascension, but of your humiliation. Your statue will be raised by pity, your memorial a cautionary tale. 

Your allies scatter. Your power is fading.
I am the power. I am the dreamer, and the dream.
Your nightmare, my freedom.