*Long ago, Kyle had entered a room of solitude and deep thought and here he was once again, but not as the student, but as the teacher. The life of a Jedi was hard and cruel, but if lived to the fullest and the very end, the ways of a Jedi would be very fufilling and simple. In a cross-legged position on the floor, his back was straight as his palms faced the sky laying on his knees, eyes closed, thoughts running wild within the Force that was the life-bringer, death-seeker, and God of the Universe.*