Well. This is the first time in my life I've felt really moved by the death of a person I didn't know, in person.

Steve Irwin was an anomally. A rare reminder that our reality is our reality. We don't have to be what the human world tells us to be; what the human world judges as right and wrong.

I remember looking forward to the crocodile hunter on schoolday weeknights. It was the kind of show you could indulge in alone. Laugh to yourself secretly, laugh at him, with him - the great majority of the time, at him. The guy had an unique comic presence about him which he seemed oblivious to. But he wasn't an idiot. I'de see him running from a goannah or holding a venomous snake by the tail, over-emphasising something along the lines of, "Now. Look at him. He's getting angry. He reeeeally wants to bite me. Wow! Look at that!", while he seemingly pissed the animal off even more. But he had this little twinkle in his eye which said, 'I know this is comic genius, I know I'm entertaining and getting my point accross at the same time".

He was bastardised in the media. But yeah, a story's a story. Whatever. He stuck to his beliefs. He knew what he was doing was right. And he kept doing what he was doing. Fame nor public pressure destroyed him. In the end it was nature, and I'm sure if he had to die prematurely, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

He was a good guy.