"His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via vanished)
Here I am writing because well what else do you do in a situation like this. A man I loved, loved from afar, but loved none the less has died. I never met him and it would be unfair to say I knew him. I wanted to be like him for so many reasons his calm collected wit, the coolness and ease with which he did everything even take about his hardship. There were many things I like about him but I did not have in me, his ability for negative thinking for one. He made me laugh many times and cry a few. Since his most recent book, Half-Empty, which I Liked but not as much as I loved him, I’d been pacing, mentally mostly. I was waiting for his next word. He went on the Daily Show and talked about the practical considerations of losing him arm, then something he had escaped. He looked beautiful and brave as always. I thought then, mistakenly that he had passed through and come out relatively unscathed. I thought that he like many people needed to be through with something before they could go about revealing what it meant to them in earnest. Then This American Life, the place where I first heard David, released audio of their live show Invisible Made Visible. I cried then for David for the lose of his arm and for he beauty and courage of his dancing which I could not see, but knew nonetheless. Even though I had been fooled before I once again assumed that the taking of his arm meant the saving of his life. Of course I found out this week that I was wrong. I can’t help but be sad for all that did not come to pass, but I’m thankful the he wrote and spoke what he dd.