I was sitting and thinking about what it is that makes the perfect man. To my surprise it didnt start with "he has to go down". The first real thought was "he must be devoted". Well I almost dismissed that thought, taking it as a given (much like the he must?go down?thought) but then I tried to?thought pause for a second.?No, I cant thought pause. Neo never?taught me that little trick. Any way, I thought what is devotion. Really? I mean that's a powerful word. Limitless in meaning and application. But what IS devotion? I started thinking of examples of what I percieve devotion to be. I started with my own experiences, relationships, the people around me's relationships. None of them really captured the depth of that word. Devotion. So then I began looking outside of the people I know. Of my own experiences. Of course when you think of devotion, religion is one of the first (and best) examples to come to mind. Along with a parents devotion to their child. I toyed around with these for a while, and while they held strong elements of what I'm looking for, of what the depths of my mind percieve devotion to be, neither quite fit. Then it came to me, as clear an example of pure devotion as any one could hope to find. sharp in its clarity, tragic in its content, beautiful in its signifigance.IT was a slave.? we've all reflected on the tragedy of a women who gives up her soul for a Master. We've all could ?reflect on that perticular?slaves strength. The image of her?on her knees, full of pride,?Giving every once of her body, mind, heart and soul. Risking her very being for the slim chance he may appreciate her, see her worth and value her and maybe just maybe see HER DEVOTION.?Knowing to love him so deeply to give of her self so deeply and wholly could kill her.?Heart wrenching stuff. As I was thinking about her thoughtless devotion, she had to have realised this was a leap of faith, she knew what she was getting, she wasn't trying to get away.She knew he too was broken and??she was trying to make him WHOLE again. There's a beauty in that. Not a morbid beauty, not a sick beauty, rather an instant of thoughtless, instinctive devotion. Then I started to think about the man that inspired such devotion. Young, brilliant, brave, her leader her Master,? And he fucked the shit out of everyone else. Every one knew it. Including? her. Yet there the?slave was, selflessly devoted. Steadfast in her love and support. Putting the great man ahead of her in every way that a?slave could. The proof is in black and blue. No hesitation. Selfless. Beautiful. As my thoughts on this drew to their conclusion I knew that was the kind of devotion I wanted?him to see in his slave.She Needed him to see ?in his slave. But more then that I realised that was the kind of devotion that I already had for my Master. That he ?INSPIRED in me.