A brilliant genius of comedy, a man of deep sorrow. A doctor, a nanny, a genie, a Peter Pan, a popeye, a teacher. A man who reminded us that imagination is essential to the human soul. He went through great lengths to bring laughter into many lives, igniting the human spirit with joy.
Professor Keating in Dead Poets Society:
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
oh captain, my captain! carpe diem. RIP, Sir Robin Williams. you did well.