In memory of Stephen Hawking
He dreamt of stardust; found zero and infinity in black-holes and the continuity of light and inertia and gravity.
Through a keyhole to the dark he saw the inceptive spark of every possibility. Birth to the heat death of eternity he delved into the mystery of the expanding cosmology. He saw what can't be seen, through the horizon to glean the answers to questions that have never before been asked.
Bound to a chair by a body unable to bear an insidious affliction, he lived the life of an explorer. His insights encompasses the circumference of the verse, and his achievements from a chair favourably compare with the luminaries of any age. Even his blunders were majestic, his mistaken black hole theories eclectic, quantifying the particulars of theories we haven't begun to appreciate the significance of!
For us to sit in relation to a mind that sees matter as information! He brought theories out of gestation, saw the universe as a hologram and wove together the divergent bands of quantum physics and relativity.
Look at your own works ye mighty and despair, at the wonders he did from a chair, a legacy that will shape humanity long after the pyramids return to dust. These are deeds worth celebrating, a rebuttal to eugenics and a career you should aspire to be emulating is a legacy the envy of pharaohs in their tombs.
He has passed that last event horizon, left us in his wake, but we won't see the light the same way as we watch daybreak. We know more, wonder more, see more, and are more than we were, and that is a legacy worth remembering.