Steve

The whole Steve Irwin thing really freaks me out. And I'm serious. I don't just mean...is like...interesting news. It actually gives me a yucky feeling in my tummy.
I mean, that guy was invincible. That's why he got so famous, is because he typified every human's desire to be strong and fearless, so people enjoyed watching him. He had a huge responsibility as a celebrity of one of the highest sort. We trusted him not to go and die on us. I know that sounds retarded, but it's exactly why it disturbs the world that he's dead. It's like everybody finally has to admit that no one can play with nature. No one is strong enough to tempt the Queen. And all this time we had these timid hopes.
Cause like, in the beginning, everyone watches him out of morbid curiosity. Driven fear. And you're thinking, "What an idiot, what an idiot! Get out of there!" Of course he never listens to your thumping heart and he continues to go everywhere that he shouldn't be.
And then he starts to grow on you. He's a hero for the kind of people who die in their livingroom and aren't found until weeks later when the postman "detects a smell". Because he was what everyone wants to be--insane. Everyone called him insane. Everyone wants to be insane.
You learn to rely on him for your hope of humanity. Hope is something humanity has very little of, so the little that we have is very important. We're all shocked that a crocodile-riding aussie has been awarded so much of our hope--because we didn't know how much hope we had placed in him until he died.
Somehow, it's the most bitter feeling, because it took a while for everyone to trust him at first. First he was crazy, and then he became a diety. First he was stupid, and then he was valiant. First he was dangerous, and then he became courageous. And just when he finished convincing us that he was what we all wanted to be...
He like...died and stuff.
Anyway, the interesting thing is how the minds of humans work. Like, how we always need to throw our aspirations on other people because we don't have the courage ourselves. It's really odd how so many people feel so let down by Steve Irwin because he died. It's not like he had a choice. If anything, he was driven to his death because we all wanted to see him to crazy things, to watch him dance his insane dance for us.
So that's like, the legacy of Steve: the man who tried to be immortal but couldn't quite. The man who tempted God. OH, like the Titanic...that...sunk.
This post has no real point, does it.

Cheers, oh lurking creature of the sea. The crocs give thanks.