This week, someone I never met died. He was a hero of sorts to me; combining the sorts of talents that I fancy in myself into something wonderful to bring the best out of people with real talents.
When I think about the former, all I can do is muster strength for those that need it. The latter, no personal connection to me, fills me with regret and a mourning for an era now past.
I don't think that this speaks well of me.