You changed the world for 87 years, making it a better place with every breath you took. The breaths are gone, but the changes remain in those you met in life. When I am at my best, I am the man I see in you. When I am at my worst, you loved me nonetheless. My hero may have passed, but his legend beats within my heart. Thank you Dad, may my love carry you in your travels.
"What's the point of having a rapier wit, if I can't use it to stab people?"
Though the sweet blade of wit slips gently between their ribs and renders them mute with confusion..... though they gape speechless as their minds numb, befuddled at the verbal onslaught, are they yet dead to the world or perchance merely derailed from that which is truth?
Stabbed with wit, do they bleed... or simply lube the shank with mindless platitudes and ineffective evasions? Hmmm. A rapier sheathed is not a weapon it seems, though unsheathed, it pricks the innocent and mortally wounds the arrogant. It's not the tool it seems, but the use that determines its potential.