YOU are gone, and I still cannot grasp how you can disappear so suddenly. Every time we wandered, looking for the answers to life’s questions, regardless of urgency, you were always with us. You infected us, Tris, made us see the world as questions—and we became determined to investigate it. But not to merely satisfy practical needs.

You have turned us into Don Quixote. Milan Kundera reminded us that Don Quixote was considered insane