Qui-Gon Jinn: “It’s too late, it…”
Obi-Wan: ”No!”
Qui-Gon Jinn: “Obi-Wan, promise… Promise me you will train the boy.”
Obi-Wan: ”Yes, master.”
Qui-Gon Jinn: “He is the chosen one. He will bring balance. Train him.”
Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace
So the Obi-Mom Kenobi nome de plume isn’t probably too far off the mark. We, my buddy Obi-Wan and I, tend to hermit ourselves away when things aren’t going too well, so that we can wait, think and plan. We tend to keep the few things that are important to us (such as the painted driftwood sign that my great-grandmother made or his former pupil’s lightsaber) rather than have a lot of stuff in our homes. We prefer a few good pieces of clothing in muted tones and natural fabrics to a closets full of the latest fashions in harsh shades and space age materials. We fill our days keeping close watch over a single young man, hoping to help them grow into the strong, brave men that the universe so desperately needs.
