Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Remembering Jon

A friend just passed suddenly.

You know that feeling you get when you go to a ballgame and you come through the tunnel out to the stands and you can feel the electricity run through you and know its going to be loud and rowdy and fun. It was the same sensation as soon as you saw Jon in the room. Some people soak life in, others exude it, sending it out like Tesla's lost invention with a soul patch, radiating energy for everyone.

Nothing soothes loss, but I always find it comforting to remember that the great British physicist Sir James Jeans showed that the odds are that each of us has in our lungs five of the molecules of Julius Caesar's last breath. The air we breathe was the air Jon breathed and that bit of pneuma, the breath of life, will remain with us.