When I was a kid, there was one consistent force that was always in my life. One thing I could always count on being there, with all of its wisdom and beauty. I'm talking, of course, about my father's Lego Yoda , fresh in the box. Now I'm not talking about one of those tiny Lego people with Yoda printed on it. Oh no, it is far more glorious than that. My dad won a sizable recreation of Yoda constructed solely with Legos in the late 90s. You might wonder how he won such a prize at a Target in Il…