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jedikitty19 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 6/1/07 10:00pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	ROTSFan posted: BuffAnakin posted: Did anyone see me there? That depends, lets see your (real) pic. And LOL at profile. i second that! -----signature----- "Marge, you are as pretty as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda"- The Simpsons Jedi Master in the SWC Jedi Trials silly mods, trixs are for kids! I'd like to add that there is always time for smartass replies. - asg member of Slytherdumb from the JCC Ha
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AnakinsLuv Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/4/07 2:10am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	jedikitty19 posted: ROTSFan posted: BuffAnakin posted: Did anyone see me there? That depends, lets see your (real) pic. And LOL at profile. i second that! Raises hand Me too. There's some other pics of Bryan in the Defenders Thread as well as my pics from C4 if anyone is interested and hasn't already been over there. -AnakinsLuv -----signature----- "Jedi nookie? Sith nookie? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." -declared by the lovely ratna "EndlessTwilight" on TwilightMOMS.com http://twilightmomsforums.freeforums.org/
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/10/07 9:28pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/10/07 9:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Hrmmmmmm, well, I must say....as I sit here just now, of all things actually....well, so contentedly and even a trifle covetously eyeing and also even quite tenderly stroking one of my precious little CIV Anakinly acquisitions - my fine and quite evocative little hands-on replica of, ye-es indeedy, Anakin's stylish and almost impossibly shmexy, undeniably warrior-like rugged and even boldly wild-looking gauntlet, his glove after all....even to the point, I suppose, of - well, trying it on a bit meself, I suppose, strange as it might seem (yet you know what they say about temptation, right? ) - because there is just some serious appeal and intrigue in just donning the thing in general, really being able to see up-close and personal enough, you know, just how it looks like that, what there is to it and how it all fits together, and though I suppose it might sound odd to say so and on the one hand I'm not quite sure how to explain it, how to even put it into mere mortal words, well.... A bit strange but true it might perhaps seem, yet who knows but what one could look at it as a sort of meaningful little connection with him then, if you will.... Considering the fact that, after all, this really is his gauntlet then as we of course surely do know it and only love it all the more too, I daresay, especially after taking such care and langorous sweet time in studying and contemplating the thing really from most every angle imaginable actually.... Just for, I think, the sheer simple pleasure of taking stock and really becoming familiar enough with something that's an intrinsic part of him, his very image and his attitude, and let's face it now, too, it's also something that by now we really can't ever imagine him without, even knowing, yes, what the gauntlet itself, so boldly defined and with such strong and vivid lines.... Seeming so soft, too, and yet so appealingly firm still with even but the merest creak and subtle squeak of soft, careworn leather or the faintest clink of hewn metal buckles against one another - what it actually does represent there, what it stands for in itself, and of course that's due in large part to the simple fact of....what lies beneath it, then, and what it stands for.... Things like, yes - very much his daring, bravery, fierce loyalty, Heroism par excellence and great high and undaunted spirit, a lion's heart and a warrior's soul and a sacrifice nobly paid, and true worthiness well and yet again earned - what's held snug and firm there 'neath its protective covering, its sheath of leather and metal and sheer innate, great style besides....for there beneath the protective gauntlet so dark and rich, rugged and entirely and daringly Heroic, and also rather provocative to boot.... There, then, so snug and secure couched within its boldly and strongly, bravely-worn statement of a glove is, of course, his new and earned-in-battle, paid-for-with-flesh-blood-and-bone hand and arm, up to the elbow in fact, of shimmering gold and an intricate tangle of complex wires and circuitry just as much as anything else he's ever worked on or crafted in his life.... And methinks too, for that matter, that it wasn't long at all before he was tinkering with his own newly-gained arm, finding comfort enough with it, acceptance of it as an intrinsic part of himself and thus his own limb just as much as any of the other ones he was still born with.... So hrmmm, yes, maybe very likely he was soon enough toying with it, scoping it out and studying everything that went into the crafting of it, honing it to his own exacting standards and making it perfect to his own eyes and demands, so that it's everything he wants and needs it to be.... Enough, indeed, so that he's soon just as deft and steady, precise and sure with it as ever he can be with his own physicality, with his own limbs....and, after all, even just looking at how it all turned out, too, like the ultimate finished product of it, well - it seems to me then that he's really done much to hone it and craft it exactingly, perfecting it as he sees fit and making of it what he most of all wants it to be....and such a sculpture of gold and opalescence and subtle curves as it is, too, for all that....actually quite a thing of beauty to my eyes, and not just because, natch, 'tis an essential and undeniable part of him....although, mmmmmm, yep, that's definitely part of it....I must admit, if we're being truthful 'ere, I mean. chuckles slyly, knowingly And, actually, the thing of it also is that - well, it's not even like it's "just" a new hand for him by any means, his was actually so much more involved, thorough and complicated than that.... His took a lot more doing than that, then, it also seems to me.... Just, you know, to - I suppose give him back in some form at least so much of what was taken from him, that's what was called for here, and clearly he had to sacrifice much of himself, too, not just his fingers or even his hand to the long and slender, magnificent wrist, but really most all of it he lost, actually, that's how much he was robbed off in a heartbeat, so it's just that much he had to get back again, one way or another....that much, in other words, he needed to be given again, to have back for himself somehow, even whether or not it was necessarily of his own flesh and blood to do it....and it wasn't, obviously, because what he was given was something artificial, something crafted of substance, of metal and wire, alloy and intricate circuitry, yet that's really only what it was actually made of, then, is the thing, that's just what the new hand and arm for him were maybe crafted of.... Still, though, it wasn't any less real or important or just as much an essential part of him and his physicality, then, for what it was made of at the time. No less truly his, then, even for how it was made or, specifically, what it was made of....be it of natural supple and giving, tender firm flesh and warm-beating blood, tingling ready nerve and strong and steady-hewn bone....or even, yes, if it's something he's later given to replace that which was taken, something fabricated instead, of metal and wire, alloy and gleam....it's still very much his, then, and there's nothing at all "false" or "lesser" or lacking about it. It's bound to him, it's an essential part of his being and he could no sooner part himself from it than he could tear away another of his own limbs....that's just the way of it, then, clearly. It is, though, I think just....something undeniable and unmistakable, really, that newly-earned and heavily-paid-for hand and arm and what it represents, all that he had to endure in order to get it and the fact that even all on its own it clearly speaks to a sizeable sacrifice and a great toll taken on him, too, and no mistake....it's the price that was paid for his bravery and spirit, his unflinching loyalty and his bravado and his incredible, unparalleled brazen nerve, his daring and his absolute and unwavering courage....his fierceness, and his fire.... And it's one that would be there always, too, it would just forever be makin' that sort of strong and vivid statement, and definitely speak to his mettle and his undauntedness, the very great endurance and strength of him, then, and for sure and certain one could never doubt the true measure of him, the great test of his courage and his spirit, his self, just to see what he then bore for it afterwards.... How he was forever marked by it, too, not exactly scarred, just - impacted by it, then, that's all. One could never be in doubt just to look at 'im, then....and, of course, even though the new hand and arm, and badge of honour and courage and worthiness shown in it, is there hidden from sight within its sheath of dark, rich leather and strongly-styled gauntlet.... (another way in which I'm sure he wanted to make a statement, to set himself apart and to be distinctive, wholly unique....'twas just one thing more, then, however small it might perhaps be, which no one else had, no one else could bear it like he did....but he, on the other hand, did have it, he did wear it with such ease and casual attitude, comfort and self-assurance as though 'twas something he'd been born and thus lived with all his days, as though it was just as natural to him as that) Still, though, we know just the same what lies within it, we know full well what it represents.... And, indeed, certainly the good and worthy, fierce and brave things it does in fact stand for, the true mark of a warrior that it really is....we know how it sets him apart from all the rest, then, how it distinguishes him so boldly and strikingly, gives him such undeniable charisma, rugged charm and debonair attitude....how it only so well echoes his own strength, then, of indomitable heart and willful spirit, inner fierceness and tumultuous fire, his spark and his personality, his energy and his vibrancy, his defiance and his power, all....it's very much part and parcel of what allowed him to fight so that he earned that mark of bravery and ferocity, and so now it's just what he can absolutely wear with pride and honour, and have out there for everyone to see and take note of, really....in what his gauntlet of darkest leathers and hewn, shaped metals represents.... In what it thus speaks to, in him....what it calls forth from him, too, I guess you could say....in what the glove he so strongly and confidently, steadily and easily, naturally bears now proves so much for the mettle and the true inner fibre, the measure of him and his will, his spirit, deep down inside. With even one look, one long and lingering, adoring glance, one can't help but know it, see it, and appreciate the significance of even this thing....perhaps especially this thing, too. And that, to me, is only to be counted on the side of good....truly. Dawn. -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 6/10/07 11:29pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	Ahhh...Dawn returns....to ramble sweet nothings in our ear.... -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/12/07 11:30pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/12/07 11:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Mmmmmmm, oh, and something else I've actually always noticed and though it's to be sure admittedly an unspoken thing still it seems to me that it does say much in itself for him, actually, certainly makes quite the statement in itself, I simply find - the matter of his vivid and descriptive and, I think, also quite physically demonstrative body language, how he holds himself at any given time, how he moves with smoothness and grace, steadiness and purpose, or with sharpness and emotionally volatile, hypersensitive and raw abruptness, terse and edgy....very likely you know most everything about his state of mind and heart, too, at a time like that, so even if he's not saying anything about it aloud, anyway....because he wouldn't be so much meek, mild and docile as it would, of course, be rather more by far about him emphatically and passionately, tempestuously and vociferously speaking his forthright and impatient mind, his fiery, reckless and impulsive, quick-reacting heart.... So honestly, now, who knows but what even if he maybe can't quite trust himself to speak it aloud, maybe the time's not right for it, still it's pretty obvious in him just the same, because he looks it clearly, shows just what he thinks and how he feels in his very dramatic physicality, then.... In how he gestures and moves and conveys things and holds himself, his stance and bearing and manner and his obvious projected attitude, all....in, yes, the set of his strong and handsome, finely-sculpted jaw or the merest tense twitching of a muscle in his supple, smoothly-rounded cheek, or the defiant tilt of his high brow and the look of brittle glacial ice or even hardened and unbending steel, let's say, there within his gaze so sharp and keen and obviously intensely preceptive, or even just the way in which he carries himself, too, his physicality as a whole actually.... Like in the subtle ready, expectant bristling and tensing of his lean, taut, honed and trim muscles, for example, or the ramrod set of his flexible athletic spine or the ever-steady and stoic angle of his shoulders held so confident and so brazen, so unbowed even by a world of care, and bode and woe, or even, yes, for that matter the very way in which he stands, too, plants himself solidly and bracingly on the ground like.... Well, like a tree, actually, come to think of it, whose roots go broad and deep and far into the earth, holding it in there, keeping it fast and firm so that nothing can ever tear it loose, nothing can ever break it or make it give way once it's got a solid enough foundation like that, I mean, once the roots go down far enough, stretch deep enough so that nothing and no one else can ever tear 'em up....and this too, then, is very much how he stands and bears himself up and just what he projects of himself in so doing.... That strength, then, that sense of the deeply-rooted, the steady and the stoic, the unbowed and the enduring and the wholly unbeatable and unbreakable, then, this too may be absolutely the sense one has of him, the clear feeling that radiates off him, supernova-bright.... Because it's just how he feels inside, then, it's what he himself believes and what he's thinking and what drives and impels him, deep down inside, it's what he's thinking and feeling and so it's what he projects and how he moves, walks, talks and stands, too, it's what he gives off, basically....very much because it comes from within, first and foremost, and so it's just that mighty easy, I find, to see and pick up on what's deep-down inside him like that, what he thinks and how he feels, for after all....he does only wear it, then, clearly, and so all one ever need to is just look so far with eyes open enough to see it....that's all. And, actually, I do think there's a fair myriad of occasions when we've seen something like this to be the case, when he has been very physically demonstrative and in his body and his gesturing, his limbs and his stance, everything, he's thus so readily and plainly, openly and honestly shown just what it is he's all about and what's very much on his mind and in his equally dramatic and intense heart.... Mmmmmm, yep, he's just ne'er been one to hold back on it, then, not one mere whit in fact, and it shows....and there really are those times, too, when he is to be seen so vividly and boldly, openly and sincerely, even eagerly expressive of what's going on inside, basically, when it's all right there at the fore and it's writ pretty much all over his face and in his sometimes-subtle and sometimes-very-striking body language, stance and bearing, in even the way he's sitting, standing or leaning, or, yes.... Even how he may be gesturing, too, for that matter, like gesticulating to illustrate the point, for that's just what someone's still more inclined to do, what actually comes just as natural to 'em when they're already dramatic, bold and intense, passionate, vibrant, energetic by nature, and even more to the point o' course also when they're just as openly demonstrative of that, when instead of ever holding back on it in the slightest they just lay it all out there for everyone to see, pretty much, they don't at all care to hide what they think or how they feel, they just lay their hearts and minds on the lime with total honesty and sincerity.... And this too, then, is of course very much what Anakin himself is all about and no mistake, so I guess all's I'm saying here too simply is that - it's really all of a piece, then, it's just part and parcel of being so expressive and so bold and so naked and unashamed and bravely unflinching about the heart and the mind.... Especially when, yes, one can I think even see it, that sort o' penchant as it were, in even so much as not only body language and bearing.... But also even just how vividly and intensely someone might, well, end up gesturing or really using their body to express it, if you know what I mean, to say as much....and this too, as I recall with such great pleasure, Anakin does o' course pull off quite well indeed....like, oh, let's say, among other instances when he's....even so dramatically and vividly expressive with even so much as his hands, too, in relating to Padme such tales of awe-inspiring and jaw-dropping adventure and daring and sheer awesome heroics there over the romantic dinner table, when he obviously just has her completely engrossed and basically hanging on his every word, and what a sublime and splendid treat that would surely be, too, and so he's clearly basically been in the midst of telling one especially involved little tale.... And, hrmmm, I must say that it's one which sounds quite intriguing actually even though we basically come in right on the very tail end of it, and mmmmmm, yes, want to hear more of that particularly tantalizing one I most assuredly do, because obviously there's quite the story to be told and greatly enjoyed there....seems to me that he makes it a lot of fun, then, in other words. But, yes, in any case I find the thing one definitely notices here, too, aside from Anakin's naturally charming and easily, playfully engaging and wonderfully, sweetly and adorably flirtatious and just altogether winning manner here is, of course, the fact that as he's in the midst of weaving this fine little tale, he can't help but be gesturing with his deft and liquidly, smoothly-moving, long-fingered hands the entire time, as though using them to illustrate the point, as though telling the story in mid-air with the magic and the conducted music of his hands alone.... Almost unconsciously he's gesticulating with them, then, as though it's something he doesn't necessarily "mean" to do but rather it just comes naturally to him, it's all part and parcel of his whole dramatic and intense, expressive and boldly forthright nature, and so it's something he can't help but slip into, an adorable and irresistibly charming little habit and just another way to rightly convey all the emotion and intensity behind what he's saying and trying to get across....maybe it's not something that everyone would do, yet he very much does, it's something else, yet another winning way as 'twere, which only seems to come purrfectly natural and easy to him, just another way in which to so vividly and fluidly and physically express his mind's notions and inclinations and his heart's desires and intentions.... Just one more way however seemingly "small" or subtle, then, to express and convey the emotional through the physical, and of course I do only love and adore and sincerely appreciate this, too, in him all the more, and I do think it only does him and his honesty, his forthrightness and his genuine-ness of self, only such a great credit that he is in fact just like this....it's sincere, and it's real, and would that there were more around like him in this regard, then, clearly. Dawn. (who, incidentally, is also one for the whole unconscious dramatic, vivid and expressive hand-gesturing thing, and it does just come natcheral, then, and evidently it's something that just can't be helped, nor should it ever be, actually-! tee hee ) -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/14/07 11:45pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/14/07 11:47pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Mmmmmmmmm, you know, certainly even just in general I find it quite the heartening and encouraging thing, then, and I guess one can't help but take some genuine comfort in it, find some reassurance in it actually....to see so positively and so thankfully, just how and why it is that Anakin was quite simply able to endure, and get past, what he did there on Tatooine....and he was so well and encouragingly, thankfully able to overcome it too, by the way, and emerge from it basically unscathed - affected by it, maybe, shaped by it in some ways I'm sure, but he wasn't scarred by it then, not truly, it didn't damage his heart, his soul, he didn't lose anything of himself to the ordeal, the horror, the oppression and the hardship.... (and see, now, that's the crucial difference of it, that's just what matters, right there) ....it might have granted him some very personal motivations, obviously, it gave him a unique perspective that only made him ever more such a Hero of the people in turn.... Because, after all, he had very much been there, done that, so he too knew just what it was like, how it all felt....he was connected, then, because of it, in ways that others just couldn't be.... Shaped by it, his opinions and stances and personal sentiments, even his way of lookin' at the galaxy and how it worked, or didn't, and what needed to be done to set it all right, to fix things and to truly, deeply help and save people....ohhhh, yes, he undoubtedly was, I suppose to at least some extent he'd simply have to be....it obviously affected him deeply, greatly, in some profound lifelong-lasting ways....how could it not, right?....but still, just because it maybe helped shape him in some ways, that doesn't mean that it scarred his spirit, wounded his soul, or that he was in any way "ruined" by it, because of course that simply is not so-!.... Of course, yes, it was obviously something of just - unrelenting drudgery, really, and backbreaking and sometimes all-too-soul-crushing hardship, toil and deprivation and general galling and infuriating humiliation of that slave's life for years on end and really a pretty substantial part of his young, fresh-faced and ever bright-eyed, charming, open, honest and altogether good life, then, because alack-and-alas he really didn't have a choice but to grow up there, much as it obviously wasn't the most ideal place to do so by any means, and isn't that just like the biggest understatement out there, yes, yes, I know.... But he did, then, have to spend rather a heckuva lot o' time there, years and years in a place of relentless labour and grinding oppression and degradation, harshness and brutality, where pretty much everything around him was hard and bright, cruel and merciless o' course.... That, then, was where he grew up, what he had to deal with and overcome too, such a finely gifted, promising, bright and keen, breathtakingly talented, boldly daring and ever stubbornly-dreaming lad with nerve and courage, grit and determination almost beyond his years actually.... That was where he found himself, the burden he had to deal with, that's what he had to survive, not just physically but emotionally, spiritually too....that, then, was just what he had to escape....one way or another, I suppose. Though to be fair, well, certainly as young and innocent, hopeful and idealistic and sometimes-vulnerable as he was, certainly as good and pure as he was too, well, there's also no question that it's very much because of his mother's close presence, her compassion, her unceasing and absolute, constant, ever-present tenderness and support, faith and trust in him and of course her total and unconditional love for him.... Oh, yes....her kind and good, adorable and beautiful son, her sweet and gifted, promising boy.... Mmmmmm, yep, it's very much because of her and the fact that no matter what else was thrown at them, whatever other stresses and burdens they had to endure, still through it all, they always had each other....come what may, then, clearly, and so certainly having even that much positivity, warmth, caring and such good on his side, then, having the advantage of such nurturing, real love, acceptance and softness in his life and always being able to trust in that, count on it....it seems to me, then, that he really would be quite well able to draw his greatest strength from even that much alone, to be able to endure most anything else that could ever be thrown at 'im, and to do so bravely and defiantly and without e'er the merest hint of fear or doubt.... had the advantage of caring and compassion, unconditional love on his side, he had that much goin' for him, then.... So in the face of a true personal advantage enjoyed like that, well, methinks that no harshness or brutality or terrible hardship could ever truly touch him or hurt him, not ever....not when he had his mother and everything she gave him, all that she was for him and he for her, to fall back on. Against the likes of that, then, clearly nothing else could ever stand. Admittedly, yes, for what it's worth Anakin did also enjoy the real advantage and positive way to cope, to endure, to find some way to deal, basically, thanks to the fact that he had far-off wistful and yearning "yes, if only" dreams to cleave to all that time, fond and fervent hopes for something better, something so much more than a slave's life on Tatooine....he had goin' for him really all the belief and stubborn unyielding determination that, yes, there truly was something greater for him, somewhere out there.... And, really, so he need only hope and dream and believe in it and of course in himself enough, then, and simply not give up on that no matter what, not sacrifice his hopes and dreams no matter what happened or whoever might try to tell him that it was "impossible"....something which I'm sure would only spur him all the more to make it possible, then, to achieve and to surpass and to triumph, due I suppose at least in part to that desire to prove wrong all those who might've ever told him that he couldn't, that indeed he'd never make it.... Obviously, yes, he'd be doin' it and achieving and triumphing like that most of all for himself, his own great satisfaction, sense of accomplishment and victory, but hey - I'm also sure that it could only help and maybe make things all the sweeter, too, if he was so effectively able to prove wrong all those who'd not believed in him, who'd said it was "impossible" and tried to dismiss him so easily.... In other words, then, ye-es, maybe the chance to....stick it to 'em all, basically....maybe that, too, is no small thing, and I suppose there would be some pleasure to be had there....heck, I for one certainly wouldn't say no to it, and neither I suspect would Anakin.... tee hee And, mmmmmm, yes, for sure and certain then it seems that even the rare and precious and muchly-treasured chance to dream big like he did, to cling hard and fast and stubbornly, willfully and ever-so-bravely to his own cherished hopes and yearnings for something more for himself, quite simply for that greater and better destiny somewhere out there in the galaxy that he was sure he must be meant for, that he had to believe in and cleave to with every fibre of his being.... Because that, too, without a doubt helped him to endure, it really did grant him the strength to survive, to surpass and overcome and to thus not ever be broken by that which absolutely would have been the ruin and ending of most any other.... Including, yes, even someone much, much older than 'im in physical years, too, I'm sure....because Anakin, at any rate, he at least also had the gift of dreaming, the advantage of knowing innately and intrinsically, feeling it so powerfully, that he was meant for better and greater things and that there was in fact more for him out there, and so he wouldn't stop or let him in the slightest until he had it, until he was out there achieving it and realizing his dreams....and never would he let anything else stop or balk him, either....never, no, never could he possibly be anything like beaten down or broken even by hardship, stress, horror and bleakness.... When he did, then, actually have so much else to look forward to and believe in, when he'd really other things, other positives, other hopes and dreams and awarenesses of a greater and better destiny for him out there, to help him endure, surpass and overcome. Nothing could ever be the end of him, then, clearly, when he'd really all this on his side....the unique enjoyed advantage of love, affection, close humanity....of hopes, of a destiny, and of dreaming. sighs deeply, happily, looking profoundly grateful Dawn. -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/19/07 2:01am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/19/07 2:04am (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Ohhhhhh, now, I suppose to some extent at least maybe one can only vividly and quite keenly imagine it, then, just what it must have been like for Anakin after all - standing there for goodness only knows how long, actually, however many lonely and restless, nervy and troubled and deeply brooding minutes upon minutes, if not hours or more - it must've surely felt like to him, anyway - there, then, alone at the crater's rim on the homestead like that, staring preoccupied and intent into the slowly setting twin suns as though seeing goodness only knows what when he looked out there, as though even envisioning things he probably really wished he didn't have to, things he perhaps tried so valiantly and desperately not to think, just to shut 'em out of his mind, though probably with the grim and dire result that maybe he couldn't stop thinking them, which of course is unfortunately just how it goes, right? - as though, indeed, maybe when he looked out that far and long.... Maybe, yes, he was already making himself a promise....and, yes, his mother too, wherever she might be just then....like he was basically swearing it to her as much as to himself, making that solemn vow and promise, that blood oath, to the entire universe actually, simply that he would find her.... Wherever she had been taken, stolen away from him and wherever she was now hurting, in pain, needing him to come find her, save her....he would do just that, too, and so I'm sure that was right at the heart of such a passionate and desperate promise he might've then made her and himself, as though wherever she was and even however much she was suffering, maybe, just maybe....she could somehow hear him making that promise, and know that he meant it, and that he was coming to help her, because that was the only thing ever worth considering, the only possibility to bother with, really.... Her beautiful, strong, brave, kind, loyal and true, valiant and stubbornly determined, good and talented, immensely skilled and tremendously gifted young son, though all grown-up now, was coming to find her....and nothing and no one would stop him....he was coming, and he wouldn't rest until he reached her and she was safe again, and everything was alright....that was probably very much the silent, desperate, mutely frantic promise he swore to her and himself, to the galaxy really, as though right on the spot....the vow and pledge he'd have her hear and believe, just as much as I'm sure he was trying hardest of all to believe it, to really feel it, himself - as he stood there alone, stared out at something foreboding and uneasy....with only his own dreadful worries and deeply unnerving fears for company.... And there, too, he just - so subtly forlornly, almost piteously and so achingly, vulnerably hunkered down into his robe the entire time, which I've always felt says much itself.... Body language, after all, and subtle physicality and gesture, remember....for just how restless and anxious and on-edge discomfited and badly troubled he actually was, too, for how much was obviously weighing on him, preying on him, oh, my poor darling-! - and ohhhh, honestly, if e'er there was a time that he clearly most needed a nice, long, solid, warm and cozy hug and then some, if ever he'd most appreciate and actually be glad for that kind of steady human comfort, acceptance and gentleness, tenderness, empathy and care, where one could just, you know....gather him up right into a calming, soothing, it-will-be-alright-I-promise embrace, hold him tight and draw him down, down, and there just hold him for a time.... Even just for the sake of holding him and comforting him and simply being there for him, then, when he obviously needed it most.... When, for that matter, I actually think he was fairly unspokenly, mutely crying out for it, too, with his body language, his bearing, just the whole dreadful situation which had been thrust upon him, all of it....if ever, then, there was clearly a time when he only needed a hug, and warmth and soothing, love and comforting, just that and nothing more, well....this would most definitely be it, I'm thinking.... Even, well - to the point of wrapping both arms around himself, too, as though in some way chilled to the core, actually, cold and distraught and uncomfortable, ill-at-ease in a way that of course had everything to do with the simple fact that....well, even thinking about what his - his own mother was obviously enduring somewhere out there in those vast and endless, empty and cruel desert wastes, really, what hell and horrors she was surely suffering, and had been for weeks now in fact, at the hands of beasts and vicious brutes.... And what a horrible burden that was on him, for sure and certain, weighing down his sensitive soul and irrevocably bearing down on his lean, strong, defiant shoulders, bowing his proud and hopeful head too under the sheer grim weight of it all....the singular horror of it, actually, and I can't imagine anything worse and especially for him, at that....like straying into a madhouse, I suppose, where absolutely nothing makes sense and it's as though his entire world has been just completely upended in an instant, and everything he was always so sure of and could take heart in, now suddenly he couldn't, and maybe nothing could make much sense anymore....how could it, anyway, when this was happening to....to him, and to his own beloved and much-loved mother, at that....to his mom, pure and simple....how, how could anything ever make sense again, it must have seemed to him then, when something so hideously and appallingly senseless could happen in the first place?! I mean, honestly, she....she had been taken from him, then, stolen away under the worst circumstances imaginable - as bad as anything he'd ever envisioned or any dream which might've jolted him awake in the pitch-black dead of night, covered in sweat, shuddering from the shock and dismay of it and raggedly panting to the point of hyperventilation, wide-eyed stricken and desperately denying, just as bad and yet so much worse besides....this, then, to know that his own mother was out there, suffering and in pain, weak and desperate and needing him to come help her, find her, save her before it was....too late....how she was doubtless being used and abused something terrible, and even though all this time she'd somehow held on, but for all he sickeningly, dreadfully, uneasily knew, maybe she wouldn't be able to for much longer.... (as too well he knew thanks to those horrific, lurid and awful nightmare visions - also, gee, really not "just dreams" which would so easily "pass in time" after all, sanctimonious and self-righteous, holier-than-thou, dismissive and even cold and utterly comfortless, completely worthless "advice" to the notwithstanding, then, clearly.... snerk distinctly sarcastical, biting look - which irresistibly brought him right back, summoned him to her in a flash ere he knew that she needed him that much, that she was in pain and desperately needing him, and so if no one else could help her, save her then obviously it fell to him most of all to do so, to take on the grim and fatalistic task that others had maybe given up on, but he on the other hand clearly never could....not so long as he loved, of course....and also not so long as there was even the thinnest and tiniest, most fragile and desperate, frantic tiny thread of faint hope could he ever do anything like give up....he was better than that!) How it was, then, his own mom - who so loved him, of course, and whom he so loved and had once so earnestly and solemnly, hopefully and dead-serious promised to save, to come back and free her one day....the mother who had all that time so unconditionally loved him, nurtured him, guided and supported him and believed in him, and who had in the end helped set him on the path to finally achieving all his hopes and dreams and realizing his far greater destiny, she'd helped make it all possible for him because she knew he was meant for so much more than a slave's life, that he simply had so much more than that to offer the galaxy as a whole, actually, that he could only be meant for better, greater, still more wonderful and amazing things after all - the mother whom he too so loved and needed and missed so dreadfully, then, who was trapped out there, held captive by monsters and tortured, savaged and brutalized and even worse still.... Just as bad as anything he could ever unwillingly and fearfully imagine, too, but knowing him I'm sure he could imagine quite a lot....and this, then, must have been for him insufferable, intolerable - torture, really, in a way....standing there, envisioning such things, fearing them, dreading too much what he was potentially heading out into, what he could yet find out there but what he could only hope and pray he might not....facing alone the dread grim possibility, the uncertainty and the horror, the potential he really can't bear because it's just too much, too awful to ever consider....it all must've seemed to him such a nightmare all over again, and a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood vivid and lurid, awful one this time at that. And one he seemingly couldn't wake from either, if this, this was what he was facing....if this was what he had to deal with, as no son, no child should ever have to, but especially as he should never have had to at all, period.... shivers, vehemently Dawn. -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/21/07 11:17pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/21/07 11:19pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Mmmmmmm, and you know, it just inevitably strikes me also that, well....for all that he is of course very much the strong and the defiant, the dashingly and debonairly brave and the staunchly and stoically proud one, then, for all that he's obviously the uncompromisingly courageous and unwaveringly loyal one who'll sacrifice that and shortchange that not at all either, for all that he's of course also so much the sheerly nervy and jaw-droppingly daring one who's got that positively delightful if rather hair-raising and spine-tingling tendency to walk so brazenly and so airily, supremely self-confidently and completely, inspiringly assured, actually, right into the gaping maw of very real danger and the face of some pretty serious, life-and-literal-limb-risking foreboding and distinctly ominous, really not to be underestimated or taken lightly threat as he seems more than happy, ready, eager and willing for and doesn't at all shy away from.... But, in fact, he even seems to openly invite and basically challenge it, welcome it as a real test of his skills and nerve, or at least something to keep him interested and occupied, at any rate.... For all of it, really, that he then does seem one so confidently and steadily, surely inclined to court danger and challenge risk, test the impossible and break all the boundaries and expectations, and to also take I think at least some pleasure and real satisfaction in it, anyway....to be invigorated because of it, too, I don't doubt, to feel even more energetically and enthusiastically alive for it, for the sheer sometimes insane-seeming thrill, the nerve and the reckless daring, the flashy panache and the bold elan and that sense of living and feeling and experiencing really so much on the fine and intriguing, promising knife's edge of all possibility....mmmmmm, yes, this too, then, is something that he's obviously verrrrrry much one for and no mistake.... It's very much his inclination, then, and simply how he's innately wired anyway, how he's so finely built and so beautifully, fitly and ably, confidently made after all.... Indeed, yes, as much as he certainly is quite the stylish and the charismatically magnetic, most commanding and bristlingly, powerfully and rawly, sheerly skilled and richly talented Heroic one, then, absolutely the unstoppably and undauntedly valiant and the sometimes, perhaps, impulsively and recklessly and yet always devotedly and dedicatedly lionhearted one after all....just as much, then, as I do think he's thus clearly allllll about these traits and penchants of strength and determination, unbowed and unbeatable bravery and defiant, high unbroken spirits, flawless courage and masterful devotion, a true warrior and a real Hero of action, heart and soul especially.... And thus, ye-es, I daresay also that just as much as he is then naturally known for these things, for being the strong - in body, natch, and in heart and mind and bold, independent, forthright and honest, unashamed thought, all - and the willful, the unbroken and the stubborn, the defying and the powerful, the impressively and boldly gifted one.... As much, I suppose, as he's liable to just always be known for being this sort, that these are among his boldest and most vivid, right-out-there-on-display and clearly and confidently-worn traits and tendencies, and thus when you think of him, then, when Anakin Skywalker pure and simple so irresistibly and enchantingly, compellingly comes right to mind, well, perhaps what else can it mean but....courage, bravery, endurance, devotion, power, might and main, fierceness, beautiful lethality, fitness, astonishing loyalty, and of course a strength of body and of self, of spirit, of the heart, too, I'd also say par excellence.... To think of him, then, I'd wager is to think maybe most of all of strength pure and simple, and all the ways in which he obviously is, and actually just what it means to be, too, for that matter. Still, though, for even all that he is....these things, I suppose....for as much as he obviously embodies what it means to be the Heroic and the warrior one, committed, unwavering, fearless, enduring.... It seems to me just the same, then, that what he also very much is, and what to my rapturous and adoring, glad and eager eyes he's also only ever more beautiful and altogether appealing for anyway, what actually only makes him even more Heroic far as I'm concerned....the fact, then, that maybe most meaningfully and crucially of all....he's also - so profoundly vulnerable and even deep-down quite intensely fragile a compassionate and caring, desperately loved and loving and adoringly and frantically passionate, tender soul, actually.... (and for sure and certain he's quite forthright about it, too, and really lays it all right out there for most anyone to see, clear as day, at least if they cared enough to actually look and pay close enough attention to him and thus to the workings and the complications of his heart and soul, anyway) So he's just as ready to weep, then, and to mourn and openly grieve, and to be distressed and anguished and even totally inconsolable, and to be stricken, even forlorn and needy, and even to fear....as ever he obviously is to be rather more the strong and defiant, enduring and unbowed, bold and confident sort....for all that, then, it also seems to me that he's really not at all shy, retiring or the least bit hesitant about showing his....softer side, then, I guess you could say.... And thus, yes, it's the fact that....well, if he's in a place and at a time where he's thus at his utmost profoundly and wrackingly vulnerable and even achingly and desperately needy, piteous and forlorn, too.... If he's indeed just that stricken, or cracking inside even just a little, or tentative or fearful, dreading or even outright despairing, then there's no doubt he'll be well looking it in really every way, in of course the look in his expressive and liquidly-shifting eyes, or the sheen of tears not yet shed or the way in which they might then escape him, to trail down his cheeks, ju-ust enough....or perhaps even so much as the slight knit-brow furrowing of his forehead or the subtlest yet most pitiful and despairing tremble or slightest little-boy quiver of his lower lip, his chin as well....it'll very much be right there, I think, that same sense of the fragile and the extraordinarily sensitive, maybe even hypersensitive in him, you know, considering.... And I'm thinking, then, that - well, if that's the natural and pretty much expected and justified human reaction to be having under the circumstances, then yes, that's obviously just the one he'll be having.... And mmmmmm, oh, yep - this, of course, is also so very beautifully and poignantly and purely, hearteningly and happily human of him....it's compassionate, it's empathetic and it's intensely feeling of him, too, that he would be just this open and honest and completely not at all shy, really, and thus never doing anything to hide it either, if he's in a vulnerable or stricken, emotionally sensitive or psychologically, spiritually raw and needy or generally very fragile state like this....if he's to that point, then that's how he'll be looking and coming across, and it'll be something he wears just as plainly and nakedly as ever anything else, any other state of mind or heart, I figure....all the fragility, right up there with all the great and formidable, unbeatable strength....all the vulnerable, shy and tender side, too, there plain and beautiful to see as the forceful and the stubborn, bold and fighting side in him.... And, actually, I just find too that this sense of the sometimes-fragile and the tender, the desperate, the needful and the vulnerable in him, well, that is actually like one of his greatest strengths anyway, that's how I can't help but look at it, and of course I think it's very much to his personal credit and it's something that he should actually - well, take pride in, I suppose, or just be mighty glad for anyway, because for sure and certain I only am for him - for ohhhh, now, honestly, who knows but what it does actually take the strongest and bravest and greatest person, the most undaunted and enduring Hero really, to be able to be....fragile, needy (though it's not ever a bad thing to need....others, love, whatever....and to be needed in return, either, by my reckoning), to have that heartbreak and pain and to be open and honest with it, to show it when they're grieving or sorrowful, when they're hurting or stricken and can't hold it back or pretend otherwise.... Perhaps, aye, it takes a truly rare and great one, then (a real man, oh, indeed and absolutely-! ), who's just strong enough inside and out....to maybe not always be....if you know what I mean. And what's more, too, far as I'm concerned it only makes of him, then, an ever more profoundly, truly and deeply compassionate, tender, intensely and extremely feeling and generally highly emotionally-connected, well-attuned sort o' soul after all.... That he is, then, really not afraid after all, and thus he doesn't at all shy away from....being afraid, himself, or being sad or anxious, stressed or stricken, heartbroken, forlorn, lonely or anguished....'tis indeed a very wonderfully and blessedly human way to be, and so in the end I guess it just....means that he's only ever more intensely and meaningfully connected to and bound with his own intrinsic humanity, is the thing, in all its strengths and its sometime-sorrows, all its joys and its heartbreaks, all its triumphs and its fears and despairs. Maybe, then, it only means that he's that much better-suited and truly perfectly-meant and destined to be, well, the real Hero of the People and the galaxy and its denizens in general that he actually was, because of course he quite simply felt just like them, he had that profound personal perspective and really understood just what it was like, too....just as they did, because he really was one of them, you see....he'd very much been there, done that, as the old saying goes, and so he knew full well just what it was to feel despair, to be stricken or anguished, to feel sorrow or fear, to grieve, to cry....because he was, of course, just that way himself. Because that's just what it means to be a truly, deeply, profoundly and meaningfully feeling creature in every way, clearly....and for him too, well, that's also very much what it means....to be beautifully, thankfully, wonderfully human. And one couldn't ever ask for better, either.... Dawn. -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/24/07 6:39pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 6/24/07 6:41pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhh yes, what I do of course so dearly and desperately love and so richly adore, so sincerely and gratefully admire and also even positively worship about him, too, in fact.... (aside from, of course, simply eeeeeeeeverything, natch) ....because honestly, now, one mere look at the whole of him, then, handsome head to gorgeous toes and magnificent fingers and really everything* in 'twixt and 'tween, to be sure....mmmmmmmm, yep, even but one fleeting little glance at him then, and what else could one ever want to do but....well, worship him utterly, actually.... And, what's more, I suppose it seems only fitting, too, come to think of it....a perfectly viable and entirely reasonable way of appreciating him, then, and certainly all that makes of him truly and deeply who and what he so proudly and strongly, boldly and forthrightly, earnestly and unapologetically is.... All the equally beautiful and dashing and sweetly charming parts, then, which of course only go so well into him and thus do make of him, well, that equally most fine, ruggedly charismatic and brash and impetuous, singlemindedly and wholeheartedly willful and breathlessly impulsive young firebrand whole of him, then, and no mistake.... And so, well, far as I'm concerned it really does seem only fair and certainly also more than rightfully-earned and so well-justified besides, to be giving him that much....attentiveness, appreciation and, ye-es, worship too....for goodness only knows, anyway, that he's certain more than earned it and he's also proven himself plenty enough worthy a thousand times over, so if ever anyone had it coming like that, it would of course absolutely be him....one intimate, thorough and very attentive way or another, anyway.... And, mmmmmm, yes, I surely do have an inkling or dozen, believe you me.... And, oh, for sure and certain also I'm personally only too happy and definitely way more than rapturously and adoringly eager, ready and plenty willing besides, to just....worship him, then (aaaahhhh, yes, just try and stop me, right? ) - ohhhhhh, now, my great and brazen, mighty and brave and yet intensely and sincerely compassionate and unfailingly devoted, ferociously deadly and gracefully, smoothly lethal, awesomely skilled and profoundly instinctive, purely gut-feeling and bristlingly powerful Warrior like that.... My recklessly daring and heedlessly, I think even downright gloriously, I-can't-believe-he-just-did-that-but-I'm-so-glad-he-did, because-it's-just-never-looked-better-either! sheerly, death-defyingly and risk-courtingly, invigoratingly and energizingly impulsive and unashamedly stubborn, emotionally motivated and conscience-guided and stylishly debonair and rakishly, endearingly, disarmingly charming, careless yet above all truly and deeply caring and great young thing, then.... Aaaaahhhhhh, oh, aye, and certainly such a utmost fine young spitfire wild-stallion of a Hero as he is, too, into the bargain, and one who, just as much to the point, I find, does more than just look the part so ruggedly handsome and so compellingly magnetic, natch....but, oh, of course he also very much acts the part, moves and walks and pulls off feats of daring, nerve and tested, blooded bravery like that, and for sure definitely portrays the sentiment and radiates the clear attitude that someone who's a real Hero born and made should well have to begin with.... He just, you know, he seems to move in that atmosphere of being one, then, I guess you could say, like he doesn't just talk the proverbial talk of being one but he also walks it, and then some, and o' course that makes a world of difference too, and just goes to show all the more effectively and thoroughly, too, that he really is....well, the "genuine article", then, put it that way.... He just seems in every way, then, everything that a real Hero should be and thus very much how you'd naturally expect one to look, to move, to stand, to feel and of course to act and achieve, to dare, to risk and also to triumph....mmmmmm, yep, whatever the true dictionary definition of a consummate and splendid Hero is, then, whatever one's in fact supposed to be, and do, well....obviously he's very much that, then, clearly. And, ohhhh, what's more he's just always been one in any case, his whole life really he's been doing Heroic things in one form or another.... Even when he was supposedly "just" a slave, for instance, he was still being a Hero to at least certain people in his life, his world, somehow....whether 'twas but to his mother, then - for whom I think he was always her Hero son, he'd just have to be, it's only natural after all that she'd see him best of all and most rightly like that....that he would, then, always be her Ani, her boy, her great Hero.... He was, after all, hers first, anyway, it seems to me, even before she gave him to the rest of the galaxy as a whole - or even if it was for someone else, though, I think he always was managing to pull off those little feats of Heroism and generosity, of pure giving without any thought of reward, for instance - just to make others feel better, to help, to do the right thing just because it was the right thing to do.... And because that too, of course, is also ju-ust the thing and maybe the only course of action at that, for a genuine Hero born, blooded, shaped, tested and made such as he....honestly, then, of course that's the only way he'll ever be able to go about it, the only thing he ever could be, pretty much the only path and the only destiny left to him....it was in his blood, then, I think, in every fibre of his beautiful being basically, in his very bones, in every cell and particle of his body.... To be a Hero, then, and to thus do great and unforeseen and seemingly impossible things, to pull off the jaw-dropping, the astonishing and the inspiring, to help, to save, to do good, to right the wrongs he sees and experiences and comes across, to fix things, then, quite simply....it was the only thing he ever could be, then, something that he was obviously most definitely meant for, and so maybe even long before he realized that's what he was actually doing or that's what it amounted to, way before he'd really any way of knowing just what a fine and promising and greatly gifted young Hero he already was, still he was already doing these things, doing good in other words....he was already one, then, even if maybe he didn't know at the time that's what it was....in the big things and the small, then, the grand gestures or the subtle, still he could be one for those who knew him, who were there with him....and that, too, far as I'm concerned, most definitely counts. And oh, oh mmmmmm, yes, there's of course no question that....he's very much also - my sweet and ever-adoring, earnest and nakedly sincere, rawly vulnerable, marvellously sly and impish and wonderfully playful, impish and endearingly mischievous, fervently passionate and desperately, hungrily, insatiably loving and yearningly desirous and lustful besotted young lad and courting swain, then, ohhhh, indeed yes lover and husband, life-and-soul-mate and ardently, intimately devoted, smitten young soul and man after all, and what, oh aye, what a man as he is, too, for all that, and who knows but what that may be like the surest and truest definition of him, then....for while he's certainly all these other things and they're thus part of his attitude, his projected sense of self and his nature, how and why he does what he does, is who and what he is, well.... Certainly, then, a lot obviously goes into the making and the deft and handsome shaping of him, and he is known as all these things - Hero, warrior, fighter, commander, general, all of it - with very good and befitting reason, to be sure, and obviously these are all but aspects of the seamless and beautiful, marvellously complex whole of him.... Yet still, though, for all that, I can't help but think that maybe the truest and greatest, most to-heart definition of him, like maybe the best and most befitting and fair, apropos way to at least try to peg him, to do right by him, then....as a man, as a human being first and foremost and thus everything that goes along with being that, all the passion, all the vulnerability, all the strength and the will, the stubborn nature, the independent spirit, all the profound, deep feeling which is just what it means to be a human being anyway.... And, hrm, who knows but what that's maybe the way he himself would like to be seen and taken, judged and dealt with, understood and appreciated....for everything that he is, then, to be sure for all that makes of him who and what he's long-since become, but maybe most of all it's for being a person, a true human being with a heart, mind and soul all his own.... For being a man above even all those other things or aspects, then....maybe that's just how he'd personally prefer to be seen and appreciated, loved and respected and generally treated fairly and rightly....as a human being all unto himself, as a man....as a person, then, whose name was Anakin....maybe that was what mattered most to him by far, and through experience at that....to be seen just that way, taken on his own merits and seen as worthy, dealt with justly and caringly, understood and appreciated and just altogether loved, too....that way.... Just, you know - really as the human being, the person, the man who was Anakin Skywalker, then - the Hero, the warrior, the fighter, the brave soul, the vulnerable heart, the lion, the stallion, the deadly and beautiful foe, the tender and sensitive, intimate and intensely caring, empathetic and compassionate sort, the fierce, free, unbridled spirit and the tempestuous passionate self....the man who was clearly everything of the sort, yet maybe most of all he was....quite simply and first and foremost a man, a dear heart and soul, an independent mind and a breathtaking free spirit and will....a human being, a person....himself, and thus to be loved and appreciated, adored and admired, respected, understood and cared about for that, then....and maybe most of all, at that. Dawn.