Truly a pure soul. He fell in love with his ideas because they were good – they were very very good but unfortunately life did not operate by the beautiful purity of logical ideas.
I’m glad you aired his story. I never had a mentor so I had to invent my own out of bits and pieces from others and I’m still working on him. I always felt a slight blank spot at not having a person who I do the kinds of things that one would do with a mentor but I’m also glad because the absence made me strong enough to learn how to be an ad-hoc mentor to others when needed. Very short. Very quick. More like a ghostly coach that arrives and leaves just as quickly. So, perhaps nothing like a mentor, not really.
I have no way to tie what I wrote together for a change; this story hits on a strange level for me, as if pointing to an absence I can’t identify, one that isn’t sad but more like an isn’t. How do you describe a neverwas if you have nothing to compare it to?