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"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes. Even between the land and the ship."
So, last night was my hunt for a Yoda fetish. Which worked, but completely not after the fashion I expected. I drifted off in the direction of the various comic stores hoping to find an appropriate Yoda, but with no success - however, I did get a strong sensation of Yoda sitting on my shoulder and muttering as I went. Even so, nothing of note occurred, so I went to my doctors appt and then on to the pharmacy. While in the pharmacy I heard an Oz accent (an unusual thing, in these parts) and wandered over to say hello to my fellow antipodean. Who was a small (5', max) man with hairy ears and the strangest eyes I've ever seen. We had a brief chat (he was a tourist here with his wife for the next few days) and he bent down and grasped off the street (we were outside at the time) and picked up a broken umbrella handle. He passed it to me, said "You need an umbrella" and trotted off.
It was only as I was standing there, looking at the chromed handle in my hand that I realised it would make a perfect Lightsaber/Wand for the work I'm planning. And a more appropriate Avatar of Yoda I couldn't have imagined in order to hand it over.
So! It begins! |
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