An Ode
Hello everyone,
A few years ago we lost one of the most interesting minds of our time. I wouldn't go as far as saying one of the greatest, nor would I commit to anything other than to state that he possessed a very interesting mind. Upon his sudden and unexpected death, I felt sorrow, and a deep loss. I will miss the novels he failed to write and I miss the idea of a world where I could sit and have a pint with him on a Thursday afternoon and discuss a $2,000 dollar gadget that could achieve the same thing as a $2.00 calculator but without any of the style. I have spent many hours of my life (cumulatively, during the tedious moments) considering one of his line's; "the ship hung in the air much the way a gold brick doesn't".
He died shortly before the fulfillment of one of his dreams, the production of a movie based on his works, after 17 years of pitching, it was finally made, and he died shortly into production. I'm not sure this was a sad occurrence, although the movie was not without its merits, many of us grew up with the written word of his vision and the movie could never stand up to 20 years of reading and rereading his works.
Upon my birthday I just wished to express my gratitude to the spirit that created one of the most interesting collections of works I have encountered in the first 39 years of my life. I do not wish to diminish any of the other great loves of my library, from Chaucer to Shakespeare to King, however this man certainly had the gift of the incredibly sublime to create a wonderful experience for all his readers.
Thanks to everyone for the tiny brilliance they bring to their corner of the world, we can all create a blinding light. Remember to appreciate the small smiles in a day.
Take Care
CG