I just happened to read Tim Sandefur’s memorial for his brother Daniel Kaufman, killed in the San Bernardino attack. I won’t try to summarize or contextualize; just read it for yourself. Please accept my heartfelt condolences, Tim.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
–Percy Byshe Shelley
