Vincent van Gogh
Hunter S. Thompson
David Foster Wallace
Genius that changes the world yet cannot change itself is a tale as old as civilization. Those of us that look on in tearful awe feel stranded in a sea of inevitability. We can no more predict their personal choices as we can their creative ones. Those could only be foreseen by a matching genius, and alas, there is no such thing in this world.
Our friend Tim cast more light than heat, so no matter how bright he blazed, he could not stay warm. I should have known how cold it was for you, my friend. I should have burned and raved with you ’til close of day.