Thinking of you, old friend...
Thinking of our first meeting;
In a dark corner of a dusty library,
your voice first enthralled me --
Speaking from 1959, you endowed
the mind with ideas that shatter orthodoxy. And yet,
so radical in their comprehensibility.
In a trance, I returned the next day,
To that dusty corner, in 1967.
You were there! And you spoke
of responsibilities in ideas;
And I promised to always try...