Tyl Ro
The Anti(Hipster)-Cynic
A paradox. Any inclusive statement, proposition, or situation where two exclusively contradictory elements both held true. An impossible conundrum to be able to consider. Accepting one side or the other as fact is simple. Logic dictates as much. However, accepting that the opposite is also fact is not a logical course. If two things are exclusive, they hold separate meaning and function entirely. So how then can a paradox exist? The case in point was isolation versus unity. The former implied a total separation from a select, or complete, group; the latter, a total cohesion. Was it possible for both constructs to exist in reference to the same source?
On a rocky outcropping by the ocean, Tyl sat. Her slender legs were crossed, though her long, robe-like skirt flowed loosely over the woman's bottom half, concealing the positioning of her limbs. The Kaminoan's long arms draped languidly, with her hands resting palms up on her knees. Tyl's eyes were closed. She breathed slowly, imperceptibly. The waves of the ocean crashed loudly against the cliffs around her. She had chosen the location for its remoteness, the nearest human settlements several kilometers southwest along the shore; the nearest Mon Calamari and Quarren, several kilometers east, submerged beneath the undulating water. Where she sat, she could be left to her thoughts, left to her feelings, alone to meditate in tranquility.
As the surf collided with the rocks below, droplets of water and foam shot in every direction. Some of the beads made their way towards the Kaminoan, sitting not more than two meters from the edge. When a particle managed to reach a certain proximity from her, she halted their trajectory mid-flight with the Force, then started the water on a new path, orbiting around her. More and more globules approached Tyl as she sat and meditated. Each time she caught a drop, the woman would combine the new drop with the one already encircling her by revolving the drops simultaneously at different speeds relative to their size. Eventually, the smaller drops would appear as if they were absorbed by the larger sphere. The longer she meditated, the larger that sphere grew. At times, it would appear as if she had a cloud of moons revolving around her. Others, a single large blob slowly circuited, its amorphous form jiggling as it went. The randomly occurring pattern of when the waves sent excess into her territory tested Tyl's focus more than it would if the water came at regular intervals. Keeping the sizable collection of molecules together in a single object without compressing those molecules, allowing them to keep their liquid form was also an accurate test of the Jedi's concentration.
She had removed herself from watchful eyes in order to meditate. Her meditation was based on creating a unified whole. Tyl found the analogy of the form her meditation had taken to the situation with which she was faced to be appropriate. Though she used her mind to control the manipulation of the water, she allowed the process to progress on its own through her subconscious, as her thoughts and feelings blended with the Force.
On a rocky outcropping by the ocean, Tyl sat. Her slender legs were crossed, though her long, robe-like skirt flowed loosely over the woman's bottom half, concealing the positioning of her limbs. The Kaminoan's long arms draped languidly, with her hands resting palms up on her knees. Tyl's eyes were closed. She breathed slowly, imperceptibly. The waves of the ocean crashed loudly against the cliffs around her. She had chosen the location for its remoteness, the nearest human settlements several kilometers southwest along the shore; the nearest Mon Calamari and Quarren, several kilometers east, submerged beneath the undulating water. Where she sat, she could be left to her thoughts, left to her feelings, alone to meditate in tranquility.
As the surf collided with the rocks below, droplets of water and foam shot in every direction. Some of the beads made their way towards the Kaminoan, sitting not more than two meters from the edge. When a particle managed to reach a certain proximity from her, she halted their trajectory mid-flight with the Force, then started the water on a new path, orbiting around her. More and more globules approached Tyl as she sat and meditated. Each time she caught a drop, the woman would combine the new drop with the one already encircling her by revolving the drops simultaneously at different speeds relative to their size. Eventually, the smaller drops would appear as if they were absorbed by the larger sphere. The longer she meditated, the larger that sphere grew. At times, it would appear as if she had a cloud of moons revolving around her. Others, a single large blob slowly circuited, its amorphous form jiggling as it went. The randomly occurring pattern of when the waves sent excess into her territory tested Tyl's focus more than it would if the water came at regular intervals. Keeping the sizable collection of molecules together in a single object without compressing those molecules, allowing them to keep their liquid form was also an accurate test of the Jedi's concentration.
She had removed herself from watchful eyes in order to meditate. Her meditation was based on creating a unified whole. Tyl found the analogy of the form her meditation had taken to the situation with which she was faced to be appropriate. Though she used her mind to control the manipulation of the water, she allowed the process to progress on its own through her subconscious, as her thoughts and feelings blended with the Force.