My thoughts on the passing of Robin Williams? Well, gee... I don't know if I thought anything at all. It's difficult to even contemplate. He was never a person to me... I wasn't around to see his rise to power, or I was too young to recognize a time before he came into the public consciousness. He was just always sort of there. Not a person, a comedian, an actor, or a celebrity. Not to me.
He was a force of nature... no, more than that. Or maybe less. More subtle than a force. Simply a part of the world at large as I became aware of it, like the wind, or clouds, or windows, or paint, or TV, or politics, or junk food. I can't quite grasp the absence of something so intrinsic to the universe as I know it.
It's as though someone told me that cold water no longer exists. The very idea is preposterous, and I'm tempted to dismiss the news altogether. I can mourn for a gifted artist who was driven to a sad end, I can send my heartfelt condolences to his friends and loved ones and mean it, but they knew a human being... the Robin Williams I knew will always be a face in space with a big goofy grin.