R.I.P.

Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away today. He composed some truly phenomenal prose. I hope he was happy with his life. He is owed a great deal of thanks.

"Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs."

It's a great dream, to thrive and bloom eternally (life-long, anyway) with the one that you love, from the breakfast table in the morning to the bed chamber at night. Marquez was a great dreamer.