"Aaron is dead. Wanderers in this crazy world, we have lost a mentor, a wise elder. Hackers for right, we are one down, we have lost one of our own. Nurturers, carers, listeners, feeders, parents all, we have lost a child. Let us all weep."
"He got to where he was supposed to be going, and had the self-awareness and orneriness to realize that he had climbed the mountain of shit to pluck the single rose and discovered that he’d lost his sense of smell. And rather than sit there and insist that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, he climbed down again, which is pretty cool."