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As a child, he was the antithesis of the archetype he would eventually define. He was small, frequently ill, and possessed a sensitivity that made him a natural target for the rougher boys in his neighborhood. While his peers spent their afternoons in the cacophony of competitive sports and physical bravado, he found himself drifting toward the margins. He was a daydreamer, a boy who found more comfort in the internal landscape of his imagination than in the jarring reality of the playground. This isolation, however, was not a vacuum; it was a training ground for his mind. Because he was often overlooked, he became a master of observation. He watched the way people navigated space, the subtle shifts in their posture, and the rhythmic cadence of their movements. He was learning the language of the body long before he knew how to speak it with force.
