Of all the people I have been privileged to meet through the medium of words, you are one of the ones whose Presence stands like a huge pillar of carved stone, marking paths and Truths. I pity the men and women with small souls who missed the glory of you. I know reading this essay that I have just begun to understand the runes of your life.

I trust that all that you are and all that you have been will be carried into a future that we can now scarcely imagine. But we will build it, and it will be worth living.