My favorite old college prof has passed away from cancer.
He was a fine professor and very meek, an excellent combination.
He was also the only teacher at my alma mater I ever heard mention each day the beauty and importance of a proper understanding of "aesthetics." In fact, some students in the class were unable to define the word.
He gave us a love for that branch of philosophy that touches on the nature of art, beauty, and taste. The proper creation and true appreciation of authentic beauty must be instilled in the hearts of our youth from the youngest age.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
In your charity, pray for the repose of his soul.
“We never know how high we are till we are asked to rise.” -Emily Dickinson